a mystical truth

Turning away from
the ugly and always
feeling moody,
she pivoted to that
which moved her heart
in kindness and beauty.

A bunch of loosely
connected thoughts,
about life’s gain and loss,
and she’s rapt in time,
while lulled to distraction
by the unfolding mime.

Observing
her thought’s
grew in opacity,
and wherever
they wandered,
she would
stubbornly persist
with imprudence
and audacity,
herding them back
whence they came,
redirecting and vanishing
any hidden guilt or shame.

Accepting
that only she
holds the key,
kept her heart
and mind clear
and focused
on only beauty.

Her actions
burnished a
mystical truth,
that I sure wish
I had known,
earlier in my youth.

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