Day Sixty

the depths of gratitude

in the mind... in the head... thoughts of gratitude mingle with all the other thoughts 

in the

 heart

gratitude is the soil from which all the fruit trees

 of

 Paradise Utopia 

are grown

all the veggies too

gratitude 

is 

the 

eternal tears washing the eyes perceived  thought 

in order that the eyes might see the true beauty 

from the heart

almost a full moon 

missing you mirrored as missing me

in the 

eternal turmoil 

of 

lost souls 

forgetting to remember 

eternities truth

gratitude .....pure gratitude 

in the 

process of unfolding 

rasa