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A Loftier Perspective

Our Mother Nature paints a masterpiece
Upon the morning and the evening sky
To bring our minds to calm and hearts to peace
Although we pass it all unseeing by

Noticing not her so painstaking care
In choosing colors warm, serene and bright
Remaining of artistry unaware
Designed though it may be for our delight

Did we but gaze upon each daily gift
With something close to its deserved respect
Allow it — glorious! — our hearts to lift
A loftier perspective we’d elect

As Mother Nature paints, she heaves a sigh
As if to say, “Take heed! Heaven is nigh…”

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Ana Daksina View All →

A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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