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:: a reaching forth ::

" I guess she was so busy with her own happiness

she had grown careless & was just wandering along,

listening -

to the wind as she leaned down

to lap up the sweetness."

: Mary Oliver :

This noticing of the

ever-lasting heart beat of the world,

how much beauty it holds.

The secret is in the stillness in which

you walk with your soul wide open...

a reaching forth for what is good.

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