awake to bursts
of sunbeams on a blustery day
to wind made visible
in whirling leaves
to the flight of birds
that swoop to meet my feeding hands
keen senses pull me
into the present
to the music of the moment
and the far-off fragrance of a fart
to the never-ending play
of sudden and subtle changes
receptive to
the Mystery that abounds
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