Pure Living: Poetry

Her eyes filled as the Inner Being 
stared in awe shock and humility 
that She could love again

Existence began to blossom 
as if she lived in a Van Gogh painting,
finding Eden with her own two hands

Like art unfurling from breast to canvas,
she knew beautiful things can be public secrets
infused with hope and courage

It was indeed possible to dwell
in a world without zealous dogma
while accepting life as it is

Because an open Heart shines even
in the dark hours before greeting
the Sunshine once more:

Pure Living.

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