Monday, February 20, 2017


This is amazingly intricate
Accidental it cannot be
Every tiny fiber making it’s small contribution
Every contribution critical to the mass
I refuse to see through a looking glass
Whose lenses are shattered by mere reason
That is why even in the deadliest season
One can see that beauty exists
Beauty lives
Beauty speaks in the loudest of voices
In the quiet intricacies of our human choices,
In the fallen leaves of winter
It only takes the size of a splinter
To open the heart to reality
Reality that goes beyond our dark winters

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