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Written like a poet: the taste of colors. What a joy to be able to experience the natural world in this way. And, yes, it is, by a far better measure of your life. Nicely done.

since seeing is so much part of our craft, seamus, i was drawn to check out this poem. what came to mind for me, though, is a different kind of seeing. the first time it happened to me was during my college years, and i was sitting on a bench across from where i lived in manhattan, and suddenly i saw a tree as for the first time. for a moment there was nothing between me and the tree, no awareness of me gazing, just a sudden apprehension of the wholeness of the tree as a living thing. i think of this moment as a spiritual experience because i recognize it as something i didn't create or force. it was a moment of grace which had nothing to do with volition. if you know e.e. cummings' sonnet which begins, i thank you for most this amazing day, i wonder if cummings had such an experience that inspired the poem. ah! for such moments. and yay! for grace. i think of these as moments of clarity, of really seeing. know what i mean? glen

This is our mantra, Neal! To really see! You have expressed it so well; even I forget to observe and absorb once in a while and need your reminder...Marianne Reninger

Indeed, a beautiful poem! The photo with the tree, and with such a wonderful view, for the eyes to see, its just lovely. Thanks for sharing and for telling the world, True wealth is not just possessions, , , ,