find good

orchestrated like a symphony of colour
that is merely a sound
echoing in the eyes


From the eleventh hole at the golf course, note the clubhouse and our dear distant friend.


A little closer, just to ensure that bob doesn't go unnoticed.


when you pause long enough
beneath the reach of tree
spirit will rise free


connect to brilliance as beauty
we find a conduit to
basic goodness

In moments of doubt or stress a return to the hidden beauty all around is assurance that everything is all good.