Beneath the evening’s veil of hazy twilight
lies a world of contradictions,
yin and yang, in circling harmony,
constantly changing, rearranging
lives with hardly any notice.
It doesn’t take much to see it, only awareness,
awareness that anything is possible,
that there truly are blue birds with red breasts
and a yellow beak,
that fairies with small gossamer wings
dart from one flower to another,
replenishing each with sweet nectar
for the bees to make their honey,
for the hummingbirds to hum.
It’s not hard to see beneath the veil.
It only requires us to remember
the child within us when make-believe
was real, when truth be told was still relevant.
—Paul Causey
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