The clock ticks
One second
At a time
The sun shines
One beam
At a time
And yet, with love
One second
Quickly becomes
One thousand
One sunbeam
A multitude
Flooding
Darkness
From the heart
As two sit
Together
In this space
Of time and light
Giving no thought
To the ticking clock
Or the sun’s rays
Only the desire
To remain seated
And experience
The transformation
From the measured
To the unmeasurable
Nice to see this one written out. Lovely!
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Thank you! 😊
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Beautiful
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Thank you ☺️
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Love has that power to transform and yet we cannot measure it. I enjoyed your poem today. Happy 4th of July.
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❤️ Happy 4th to you!
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