Unknowing

We don’t understand a flower

like we don’t understand a foreign tongue.

It is forever speaking to us with beauty

but we know not what it says;

.

We go on a journey for so many reasons

not knowing it has been within us all along.

It unfolds before our eyes like a swan spreading its wings,

but we proclaim it as our own doing.

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-A.C.E.

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