In long even sun's shadows hidden from careful inspection
a glorious and simply thing
All the beauty, all the stirrings, noise, contrast, silence
and unseen details
What has gone on long before us certain facts
"Nothing is personal"
Whispers gently through the floral life around
In the midst of roaring falls
or in the wrinkles of heat deformed vision
With imagination and power to act
comes stewardship and karma
Without over manipulation can we craft great living
Is it possible to create and live full
and still be keepers of it all
Thanks Billy!
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