Thoughts from Beyond my Suffering

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Morning grass smells wild
Dewdrops sit in wait for a poet’s gaze
The sun
The breeze
The cars passing by
The neighborhood chatter
Work in concert to create
Now
Now is a creation
Only mysterious
When perceived with the mind
It’s free of the prison
Of humanity’s constructs
It holds you in its infinite hand
Observes itself like a child
Looks upon a butterfly:
Catch and release
Wonder