An Untitled Poem

serendipities
those little coincidences
those beautiful moments
stop
trying to control
stop
planning
let things go
in those moments
beauty lies

getting lost
going
without
phone
or map
or watch

letting feet
lead where they will
not caring
right or left
this street
or another
just
wandering off the beaten path
where beauty lies

the noise reduces
the focus increases
I am here
I am now
the purest form of me

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