A poem on surrendering to mystery and beauty — beyond the surface of patterns and routine. (Image: JPlenio, Pixabay) This time:Mark what is realbeyond surface sheen, beneath chatterdin of distant orbitsnot yet realized bound by habitand routine — missingthe wildgusts of galaxy dustalways swirlingmagic here. Of course we should come undonein face of such beauty — force of gravity flash of loveso vasteach revolution between heartstoo full …
