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I forgot, or maybe, I never learned what it was; To feel the sun lick my skin, warmth and light in its wake.
To hear the teaming instruments of life carried along the wind. And pausing fleetingly, to pick up my melody along its way.
To taste the bitterness of underripe fruit or the frivolity of spice. Flavor painting my tongue, with stories of love.
Have you ever stopped to marvel at the season’s edge? Where infinite heat bows before the breeze and everything in nature responds in kind. Bearing witness to miracles, and delighting in their mysteries.
The animals learn for survival. But do you think, as I hope, for beauty too? I stopped today to remember all that you never taught me: How to survive is also how to live.
-June
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I relate deeply to this poem
I’ve been thinking about this too trying to write it out even
Stopping to observe the beauty of life is part of living too
This is a beautiful one
this poem is sooo beautiful, I love how it reminds us to think of the simple things in life. It also reminds me of the Mary Oliver quote: are you merely breathing a little, and calling it a life?