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Jan 2023
Here, alone in this house
I pause to recognize:
I am surrounded by riches.

Every little thing reminds me
of some small happiness
taken for granted.

This life we have built.
These changes that have come for us -
none of them by chance.

Surrounded, still, we wait to greet what's next;
to greet whatever may arrive at our door;
the door
that we must always leave

unlocked.
Inspired by "The Guest House" by Rumi
Written by
JP  Pacific Northwest, USA
(Pacific Northwest, USA)   
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     ---, Sheila Haskins, SUDHANSHU KUMAR and irinia
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