Ignored Beauty


In a place for me to call my own

A stationary mass moves through.

Quickly rotating without knowledge;

I stay still.


It pours a feeling of lukewarm water over my head

Letting it slowly run down;

Over my body,

Going through my clothes;

Over my legs,

Dripping off of my bent knees.


It shines through.

Nothing in its way.

Nothing bringing it down.

Nothing creating a distraction.



It is calming in a way that is often ignored.

Beauty is calming.

Everything is beautiful.


The light of the day shines in more than one way.


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