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the weight of our Being

It’s the little things:

sunny mornings after

grey days, music

that brings you there

children laughing

in a strawberry patch

juicy cheeks

soil-covered hands

earth tending

The distant sound of wind chimes

like happy memories

suspending time

The smell of ecstasy

on your lover, the presence

of a true friend

The touch of a childs hand

on your face when you never

expected to know such Love.

It’s the little things

that are really much more.

When love touches our senses

we give our bodies

rest from the weight

of our Being