Quality

Over the last several years I have become involved with multiple projects, all of which have seemed important but together bring a feeling of overwhelm. This poem from a number of years ago reminds me of a different space, and I am grateful.

 Quality
  
 All is still this summer morning
 The trees stand tall and majestic
 A touch of gentle breeze cools me
 The ground gives my body support.
 Simple sensations that connect me
 To a quality of soul and heart
 It is not accomplishments
 But this quality of oneness
 That opens me to the beauty and wonder of life.

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