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Elizabeth Browning



Saturday, June 22, 2013

That which matters

“My dear,
Is it true that your mind is sometimes like a battering Ram

Running all through the city,
Shouting so madly inside and out

About the ten thousand things
That do not matter?” 
Hafiz "The Subject Tonight is Love"

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ah the mind
running
running
shouting madly

distracting us
from that 
which
matters

the green of the grass
the blue of the sky
the warmth of the sun
the aching beauty of the mountain
the fragrance of the lilacs
who have finally decided
to greet the day

the wonder of a granddaughter
amazing children
the love of a sister
the gift of a wife

the 
love
of 
God

hey!
mind!
shut up!

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