For the Poet, as it is

No beginning and no ending,
yet how to except it just as it is?
Love expresses itself through all and everything just as it is!

The moon rises, the tides shift.
Spring is just spring,
summer is just summer,
fall is just fall and
winter is just winter.
A million galaxies explode in a simple smile.
What do we really know?
No-thing! Nature is just this, without us knowing why.
Come and sit a while and in the silence see with universal eyes.

Just wrote this as it came. Don’t know why.

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