Held in thrall....

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A moment quietly
saunters in
and hangs in there
when thoughts cease
and the mind
settles
on the perfect design
of things
that otherwise seem
to be happening
aimlessly.
Everything seems
placed perfectly
in the flow of life
and even the suffering
seems to carry a place
in it - to be sensitive
to the calm resolve
to carry on.
And I marvel 
at the perfect shape
of things
drinking their
beauty without
getting drunk.