Serendip in Sri Lanka to feel a quiet me
Three Princes find us floating in the sea
We discover value look askance in a sky
Your Accidents bless us--holy on the fly,
What beauty in mischief runs and plays
Open to the world hide generous belays
Ubiquity in a dream curious & attentive
The Poet notices moments cut w/a sieve
You feel those times that make you hole
Let me find you waiting deep gray soul.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:53 AM UTC
Serendip in Sri Lanka to feel a quiet me
Three Princes find us floating in the sea
We discover value look askance in a sky
Your Accidents bless us--holy on the fly,
What beauty in mischief runs and plays
Open to the world hide generous belays
Ubiquity in a dream curious & attentive
The Poet notices moments cut w/a sieve
You feel those times that make you hole
Let me find you waiting deep gray soul.
There are words, I confess, that seem inherently trite in commonality, but the truth beneath the idea still rounds by each morning in the clouds, and sometimes I wonder how many, many moments pass us by unnoticed in the dawn of a crescent sun.
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