Beautiful
Life is beautiful
Whatsoever is beautiful is life
Transformation is seeing the beautiful
In the mundane
I love eagles soaring
Hawks seeking
Falcons diving
All of these are majestic and powerful
All would agree to their beauty in the skies
Yet today the raven
Drifting in the wind
Falling, dancing, flying
In all of its blackness
In all of its common ways
It is beautiful
I would have missed it if I had been seeking otherwise
The beauty I see, this magnifies
By billions fold
I’m not sure I can handle all of that
And I’m not quite sure I’m supposed to
Life is beautiful.
2/2/19
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