Maybe I have not missed a thing.
Perhaps whilst floating there is only sky and sea and canyon walls.
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Noticing as the most temporarily important task.
Ladybugs in bushes and on leaves.
A beetle crosses a path.
Fields of color. Singular blooms without hesitancy.
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Suspended need to remember red Earth.
Simply a communion whilst awake.
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A stillness that puts me on my own knees to worship.
The tiniest of flowers direct me to the inevitable reward of birdsong.
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How is it that one could ever forget the perfection of a wind?
What about the generosity of water taking her time to hum across rock.
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It was the Spirit guide at the gas station I decided to be twinkled by.
What made me ask for splendor through his lens I have no need to know.
Nor why he chose to offer a few long dirt roads into the sanctuary of revivification.
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Nevertheless, I tasted an eternal moment of bounty.