Poem of the One World
This morning
the beautiful white heron
was floating along above the water
and then into the sky of this
the one world
we all belong to
where everything
sooner or later
is a part of everything else
which thought made me feel
for a little while
quite beautiful myself.
Happy Thursday all.
Aw, that Mary. I do love how she puts things, considering herself both a part of, and apart from all that she observes. It's a fine line we're always straddling, and she articulates it beautifully.
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