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ALWAYS

ALWAYS

Always pattern
Always beauty
Always balance
Always peace

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PASSING MESSENGERS

PASSING MESSENGERS

The smallest of details
When it catches our eye
May serve to remind us
Rainbows surround us

PARADOX II

PARADOX II

Listen … singing souls
Effortless harmonising
Eternal silence

WHAT A LARK

WHAT A LARK

One need not have a beautiful voice
In order to sing among these clouds
For to sing among these clouds
Has already a beauty of its own

SLEEPWALKING

If each day is the same old same old then you are simply not paying attention.

BUDS

BUDS

As with these flowers
Blooming becomes us
Sit still and blossom

BIT PART

BIT PART

Anonymous, unavowed
This unremarkable string
Fastened in place with pegs
To the harp’s framework
No specific name or title

Beyond the one designated
Conventionally to this one
Frequency of vibration
In one among various
Tonal systems – Pinned

The name, the tone, is true
Only if the string is stretched
To one unvarying degree
Not too tense, nor too slack
That one pure perfect note

Which, plucked over and over
Soon becomes monotonous
Quite void of all interest
A bore, dull and tedious
No wonder – Look at the word

Shush, they’re about to begin
The harp gives angelic voice
Our unremarked string sings
No longer a sole monotone
Key note in the heavenly choir

JUST SO

JUST SO

Where no beauty is
Look to the eye or the mind
Never the beauty

NEEDLESSLY PERPLEXED

NEEDLESSLY PERPLEXED

Inner?
Outer?
Where shall I seek thee, Beauty?

WONDERS

WONDERS

How many tiny details
In a second
In a minute
In an hour
In a day
In a week
In a month
In a year
In a decade
In a lifetime
How many tiny details

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