It is so gracefully beautiful
To be a part of this world
Of Worlds
And through my lense
Where, at times and
Time again
Nothing makes sense
And, now,
I enjoy, in Joy, indeed
I need it not to be thing
Stuffed, and mounted
Over my fireplace
Just to sit -
A glorious sitting
Or even standing
In awe, of what needs no sense
Beyond what sense there is
To recognize
To be defeated by the vast surprise
A creature crashes in,
Down into the waves
And has its own ripples to taste.
And for that, there is nothing I would trade
As I smile at the passers by
And gently lap
At all my sights
Where everything is loved
And nothing, nothing much
Is on my mind.
Oh, let it be
Let it be; Alive.
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