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Forget yoga, meditation and deep breathing. If you really want to live in the moment, spend time with a child. This poem is a delightful reminder of one of the joys of parenthood and grand-parenthood. As we grow up, life becomes complex, and we lose touch with the beauty and calm of simplicity. Seeing the world through a child’s eyes can transport adults back to a time when every blade of grass was a revelation.

The Musing Idealist

A Blade of Grass

You ask for a poem.
I offer you a blade of grass.
You say it is not good enough.
You ask for a poem.

I say this blade of grass will do.
It has dressed itself in frost,
It is more immediate
Than any image of my making.

You say it is not a poem,
It is a blade of grass and grass
Is not quite good enough.
I offer you a blade of grass.

You are indignant.
You say it is too easy to offer grass.
It is absurd.
Anyone can offer a blade of grass.

You ask for a poem.
And so I write you a tragedy about
How a blade of grass
Becomes more and more difficult to offer,

And about how as you grow older
A blade of grass
Becomes more difficult to accept.

– Brian Patten

When were you last awestruck…

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