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The Pursuit of Happiness
An acrostic descort poem
connections or connectivity
over and across distances and or dimensions
near and far, large and or small contributions
never alone, whether it be with trees, bees, people, spiders, or spirits, souls, if you will
everlasting elastically quantum entangled energy, who needs physicality, many may, that’s okay,
conformity may actually separate, yet individual spirituality connects and
transcends opinions of uniformity, dare to create, be a unicorn
interconnection via giving or receiving, kindness or gratitude, all ignite covalent and ionic bonding, each a label for the common denominator
oneness
never fear when some sort of love molds your clay
silence the mind, heart hears much more
This poem began to percolate yesterday from my soul to my mind to my brain and today to my fingers, both writing and typing, after reading this NYT article yesterday (gift link):
