Poetry

Eye Spy

I am on a hunt for beauty

The way and animal stalks its prey.

I am starving for it !

Each new day

Stretches before me

Rich with possibility

I am looking for magnificent

In the ordinary

I want to find what has been missed,

unnoticed or overlooked.

I cannot resist

The urge to proclaim and memorialize

The beauty

RIGHT IN FRONT of my eyes.

All one has to do is

S T O P

and be.

Your body is equipped with medicine,

Just learn to b r e a t h e. . .

We move to fast to truly see,

What lays ahead.

Beauty is bred

In the eyes of the beholder –

We don’t always get closure

But we are in control of

Our perspective

In the here and now.

Thats what life is about.

I want to take mundane

And make meaningful

It is strategical,

A frame of mind.

I spy with my little eye

The world around me passing by.

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