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[88] Beyond Ordinary

  • Writer: Lorraine Johnson
    Lorraine Johnson
  • Oct 9, 2021
  • 1 min read

The window brought me near

to an ordinary day of light and dark

already thought, heard, seen,

even touched—before the sunrise.

Like the knowing of roots and sky,

or the hand of love now slipped by

visible and tangible—visible and intangible

they appear and disappear,

they pass through—aware or unaware.


So we move through the ordinary

as we seek the extraordinary

—to hear the roots, touch the sky, be the light,

be in love, feel the smile, sense the other

—the necessary, the imaginary

the forever, even temporary—

all of it is beyond ordinary.

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