Finding Meaning Through Attention, Museum Receipt, Poem about Spirituality

Finding Meaning Through Attention

This poem came from a period when I stopped searching for meaning in people and started noticing it in how I looked at the world. I was reflecting on grief, art, and perception, how beauty doesn't disappear, but often goes unnoticed when the mind is crowded. Writing this was a reminder that attention itself can be an act of healing.

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Museum Receipt

Published by Family Friend Poems January 30, 2026 with permission of the Author.

Conscience walks into a museum
artwork, sculptures all around.
Artists exhibit for strangers,
some pieces profound.

One, in particular,
made of broken parts:
trying to play a game of chess
with no one to defeat.

Another: a shape of no consequence,
colours no longer able to tense
just pigment, just posture,
a silence in paint.

Conscience drifts on
to something magical:
no form, no frame,
only a warm scent
a breeze that strokes the face.

A joy so pure
I want to tape it down,
keep it forever.

Then my eyes open on an oil painting:
an outside world I can finally see.
Dead artists--frames of history,
a moment held inside the gaze,
never to be unmade.

No difference, really,
between art outside
and art in the mind.

Look hard--
beauty is there,
if you're willing to find.