Precious are the Meek.
Oh... If only we could once again see through their eyes.
No thought of lack, anger, strife nor regret, no need to wonder how or why.
Just ever in the moment.
They are the ones in the flow.
Innocence emanates through their very Being.
There is nothing they need to know.
Their rhythm beats from one heart.
Their dance, swrils with elegance,grace and beauty to and fro.
Through the eyes of the babe, we need to learn to sow.
At birth, we have all seen through these eyes.
Remember?
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