Good Morning All,
Of Our Own Making
When the sky is so beautiful
I fail to see the gentle grass.
Big Mind is so seductive.
I want to smack it.
That grass is home to snakes,
Yet it frames the sky.
Little Mind is so ordinary.
I want to puff it up.
Every picture needs a frame,
Every frame, a picture.
I am a metronome:
both artist and audience.
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Be well.
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