Mystery of the world
That it was always there and
That there could be one buried
Next to such a naked heart
Blundering itself apart
Expert at happiness and hurt
Having learned to self-inflict it
The mind of this morning for example
In the movement of Morning
The whole species of light
And air lifting the breath
Of the earth upward and outward
Passing through and around us
Carrying its suffering and grace
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