Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies.
And be it gash or gold it will not come
Again in this identical disguise.
Gwendolyn Brooks
"I find great wisdom in this untitled poem...The elegant and spare lines direct us to cherish the gifts that abound when we are mindful and open to all that the universe delivers. I've used the poem as a centering touchstone when feeling rushed, worried, or ill at ease with the rhythm of my life. The words always evoke in me a calming sense of peace." --Evelyn C. White
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