it's all perfect
in this moment
whatever it is
all appearances
exactly what we need
and have no fear
it's gone already
all past
all the previous lines of this poem
gone
only this
word
the only thing
in this moment
then the doorbell
rings
or the phone
the musical piece
rises slowly
crescendos
repeats
pauses
shrieks
and is silent
what a Song
oh mighty Giant
of Love!
today we remember
each moment
is but
a musical note
and contains all feeling
all thought
all life
there is.....
sunshine
rain
hurricane...
God
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