This is That
Something very important we struggle to find
but can’t quite wrap our fingers around
by measuring in lifetimes
we intuitively understand
when, against our will, serendipitously
a moment expands beyond the reach of mind
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Love the title and how this poem expands my thinking. It’s like a flower opening more and more with each reading.
Thank you Sylvia