Health, leisure, good fortune, and very modest means.
Blueberries, and other transitory things.
No desire to possess or own.
Catkins and birch-bits.
Sunflowers. Bees. Cucumbers.
The spider in my hair, taken back outside.
Aware — yes, aware — there are troubles in the world.
Hunger. Suffering. Violence. Greed. Pain.
Wildfire. Drought. Climate change.
The poses we assume. The lies we tell. The games we play.
Aware — yes, aware — there is joy in the world, and boundless love.
The blue sky cry of two young hawks testing their wings.
August 17, 2022. Afternoon.
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Categories: A Few More Scratches
Tags: Awareness, Bees, Birches, Blue, Blueberries, Catkins, Climate Change, Cucumbers, Drought, Flight, Good Fortune, Greed, Hawks, Health, Hunger, Joy, Love, Pain, Simplicity, Sky, Spiders, Suffering, Sunflowers, Violence, Wants and Needs, Wildfires, Wings
William Michaelian 
So uplifting.
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Thanks, Stephen.
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