Perhaps growing up is ceasing
To see things in isolation:
Merging everything with its context
Until all becomes one and
The world is a single cohesive entity.

Beauty disappears from some places
And reappears in others.

With eyes partly closed, I loved things
Narrowly; mere vignettes were all I saw,
Devoid of background. Now, my vision is
Full: ugliness has displaced beauty,
But I find beauty in so many things
In which I once saw nothing.

As I move through the world, I feel
Part of it, feel the beauty of
Symbiance and juxtaposition,
Feel the light running through it all.
I hope I am not the only one.

03/05/2016

Author's Note: Title borrowed from, but content only very loosely inspired by, Walt Whitman. (Mine has far fewer parts than his.)

Posted on 04/17/2016
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