ALL THINGS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL.

This has been the hardest year

after some hard years

and yet all things bright and beautiful

swirl around me like magic.

And I stand up in my chest

and draw deep breaths

so that I remember

At its core life is an adventure

that we get to go on

and so I throw on

loafers and an old tee

And get about the art

of being me with all my heart

and I adventure on

Through rocks and trees

and mysteries and cosmologies

and oracles and theogonies

things so ancient and yet new

But always bright and beautiful

and always playfully mystical

Because the teacher in my soul

Is a juggernaut at gratitude

with a curious attitude

towards all the raditude

I get to voyage through

And so I keep telling you—

I will always tell you, my son

With grave but clear eyes

Forget the things you own

and travel almost anywhere you can go

so that you see as much as you can

of this old world and spend

every minute to the full

noticing how impossible—

that so many things are bright

and so many things are beautiful.

You have my heart.

You have my favor.

You have whatever wisdom I possess.

You have the pieces I’ve collected for you…

all things bright and beautiful.

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