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Beauty

Abundant
It fills our streets
Blown around by the wind
Or splashed by fast cars

Don’t blink
It’s in the brief moments
Before and during
The familiar or the strange
Greet each other
You might miss it

It’s in the gleam of knowing eyes
In the air that fills lungs
Inhaled for life
And then expelled
Back into the ether

It weaves its way
In and around
Filling spaces of
Intentions and actions
Of the moving and the still
Of the enduring
And the eroding

As equally sought after
As it is misclassified
Misattributed
And overlooked
Eternally demanded
And damned

Noticing beauty
Takes a keen mind
Sharing it
Takes love
And creating it…
That takes courage

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A meditation on the Present

The gates to heaven
Have always been wide open
For any to enter
There are no angels
Or saints waiting
You may walk right through
But don’t expect anything
Anyone can walk through
Only those who believe
They can make their own heaven
Are set free

There is a duality to this place
Those who walk through
The freely open doors
Expecting to be given
What was promised
Those never leave
Spending eternity in Paradise
They haunt and become haunted
The Rusty Gates are always open
But they aren’t capable
Of leaving
The hell they created for themselves