Abundance continued


There is another Loneliness
That many die without -
Not want of friend occasions it
Or circumstance of Lot

But nature, sometimes, sometimes thought
And whoso it befalls
Is richer than could be revealed
By mortal numeral -


This is about being perfectly contented within yourself.  When I am completely emersed in my work, lost within line and color, this is exactly how I feel, and I imagine how Emily Dickinson felt when lost within her perfect wording of this poem.

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