Corcovado, Osa Peninsula, Costa Rica
October 1, 1998

Sober thoughts rise and they force me to rest
Erasing sorrow and all of the things I've obssessed
With tender precision and sweet finesse
(Wise of our nature to have evolved like this!)

As time rolls by without sympathy
We become cognizant of the reality
That we are not a rare commodity
We should just allow ourselves to BE.

©1998 poetheart

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