Such an ordinary thing,
the sunrise, sunset
night sky with its moon and stars
Ordinary, the man walking by
birds calling, squirrels running
the woman with groceries in hand
Just plain ordinary, do we really look
to see the weight of what they carry
the beauty of what is around us
The child running with abandon
discovering all they can
with the full tilt of life
An openness to the world we no longer
possess, it is not just an ordinary
day, an ordinary bird, or snail
The fullness of the Earth is ours to
discover if we become like the child
seeing the beauty, healing hurt
With the full bowl of love
freely offered in the world,
in each heart which chooses
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