A Quiet Mind
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Herbert Nehrlich
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Perpetually restless,
The eyes cannot see
Or appreciate any
Beauty, properly.
So with the mind's pace.
The eye of the soul needs
To rise up in tranquility,
To look past ruffles and lace.
Into beauty's soul,
Taste its nectar
And inhale its fragrance,
Then be caressed by
A rainbow of calm.
A co-production by
Fay Slimm
and
Herbert Nehrlich
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