Maybe I have not missed a thing

Maybe I have not missed a thing.

Perhaps whilst floating there is only sky and sea and canyon walls.

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Noticing as the most temporarily important task.

Ladybugs in bushes and on leaves.

A beetle crosses a path.

Fields of color. Singular blooms without hesitancy.

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Suspended need to remember red Earth.

Simply a communion whilst awake.

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A stillness that puts me on my own knees to worship.

The tiniest of flowers direct me to the inevitable reward of birdsong.

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How is it that one could ever forget the perfection of a wind?

What about the generosity of water taking her time to hum across rock.

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It was the Spirit guide at the gas station I decided to be twinkled by.

What made me ask for splendor through his lens I have no need to know.

Nor why he chose to offer a few long dirt roads into the sanctuary of revivification.

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Nevertheless, I tasted an eternal moment of bounty.