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I Stood at the Top of a Mountain
Dazzled by the view
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Dec 9, 2021
I stood at the top of a mountain
dazzled by the view.
I peered into a flower
and wondered how it knew
to be a flower and not a patch of moss.
That was when I realized I am I.
I belong as much as a mountain
as much as a flower. Not less
and certainly not more.
And, yes, for me that is enough.