Purposeful Beingness

Purposeful Beingness
There’s something about
the magic of a quiet
Saturday morning.
No rush hour traffic,
no manic struggle
to get anywhere,
the sound of the steadily
ticking clock on the wall
and yellowest of daffodils
brightening the darkwood piano.
Bliss is in the things which just ‘be’,
the things we don’t push,
the things we leave alone to live
their own purpose.
The clock on the wall
knows how to touch
the beating heart.

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