What she smells, she just smells.
Knowing only this moment,
only simple things --
pain but not evil,
joy but not conceit.
Being without effort.
In one world at a time.
In this world, not a past,
not a future,
not another,
not the next.
Copyright (c) 2012 Ellen McCarthy. All rights reserved.
Simplicity can be profound, can't it? Like this poem. Really lovely, Ellen.
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