The Navajo
Beauty is before me and beauty is behind me
Above and below me hovers beautiful
I am surrounded by it. I am immersed in it.
In my youth I am aware of it, and in my old age
I shall walk quietly the beautiful trail
(I’m not the author of this poem, but it touched me, it is from the Navajo and so I share this with you)
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