Sometimes I squint
To smudge the world
Within my mind
Then paint upon
The softened scene
A different
Kind of magic
Sometimes I squint
To smudge the world
Within my mind
Then paint upon
The softened scene
A different
Kind of magic
This perfect is mine
Not the valley’s
Not the light’s
Not the clouds’
I remind myself
True happiness
Is found in finding
The perfect in everything
O’er gentle time
In nature’s flow
The lightest rain
Must downward go
The path may be obscured
I may lose my way
Or become disoriented
Grace, beauty, the sense of the divine
Whether or not these qualities exist in the world
In the objects I observe
Or are a construction of my consciousness
I share the experience of them
With every other human being
But I am learning
To see beauty
In all that I can see