The heart is playing peek-a-boo
with our sight today.
Can we see beyond what our eyes have to say?
Can we see the sunrise for its quiet, waken breath?
Can we see the moonrise for its shining, shimmering ascent?
Can we see the bird song, the breath the grasses breathe?
Our heart has opened up today.
Can we truly see?
sometimes we never really see what’s right in front of us
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True.
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Well, don’t they say that love makes one blind?
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Yes. Sometimes it does.
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Beautiful poem btw. 👍
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Thank you.
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