Poem: The End of Measurement

The End of Measurement

The most beautiful things happen
when you stop
measuring.

About this poem

Preaching to myself this morning. Ridding ourselves of measurement; comparing, ourselves to them, or what we should have, could have, is when we finally start to see the real beauty in others, and in ourselves.

The photograph is from my studio.

Tom

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