When the morning sun
breaks over the mountain
or through a bank of clouds;
when a long-awaited friend
fills your doorway
or sweeps you suddenly
into an unexpected hug;
when a lost loved one is at last found
among the crowd
that had swallowed them up...
for a moment, childhood returns.
The pure joy of one thing only
in your world, when everything else
falls away and pales to insignificance.
No games, no finding fault, no agenda.
For that moment, no multi-tasking,
no brain-storming.
How refreshing to experience
that jewel of single-mindedness,
when that which is before your eyes
is all there is.
Now, ask yourself,
should love not be the same?
Where sheer delight is found
in every tilt, and shade, and lisp...
where each of these, complete in itself,
refreshes, and yet consumes you,
with each newly discovered,
perfect imperfection.
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