
beauty
abounds,
here,
there, and,
everywhere
we look, when
our eyes
finally
come into view
and,
notice
the
vastness
before us,
letting go
of the minds
preoccupation,
and
ability to
contemplate
all things, old
and, new
alike
it’s
as common
as the
treasure trove,
buried behind
the alcove
of our
heart’s desire
as
they meet
again,
and again,
in a myriad
of contemplation,
and,
we grin
in
anticipation
of the game
to begin
and, at
last,
when
unearthed,
the gifts keep
giving,
while we sit
in the presence
of all the love
that’s been given