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Is it supposed to be so hard?
Born with a gloomy aura,
I struggled
to love my world.
But it became easier with each passing year.
If I live long enough
I hope to love my world freely.
Effortlessly. Wholly.
In the meantime, I balance incensed righteousness
with the robin singing as if just for me,
the cardinal insistently claiming his territory.
I read the day's measure of bad news
even as I am overwhelmed
by the sweetness of the Japanese tree lilac
at my fence.
My murderous thoughts are mitigated
by the blooming linden tree,
its branches high above the pavement,
its scent drifting to me
as I pass beneath it.
That's all I have, in the city:
a cardinal, a robin, sweet shrubs.
But sensual delight instructs me,
eventually,
in the art of loving the world.
Musings blog: http://www.scenesfromthejourney.blogspot.com
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