When I woke up last month,
I felt low, so,
I returned to sleep,
With hope that the next day,
I should find myself.
When I woke up last week,
I noticed that,
I left my confidence behind,
As I faced a long day ahead,
I remind myself to bring it with me,
Tomorrow.
When I awoke this morning,
I was less certain,
Today would be better than last month,
Or last week, so,
I simply smiled as I arose,
This time,
Not wishing for anything to change.
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3 comments:
That's a lovely post. It seems that one of the big discoveries lately is the need not to control how things turn out in life, but to patiently accept what you can't control. Profoundness, my sister! :D Was this the poem you were working on the other night when we were talking and you were supposed to be studying for finals?
How does 24 feel?
Thank you. The idea has been brewing in my head but I was finally able to write it last night. Finals makes this one restless!
ah!
I have recognized this dependence on contingency in myself also. Weather, the gift of seeing a great blue heron, someone's recognition of work well done... In a way, the risk of consciously being open to gifts is attachment to the fact of their presence or absence. (When I walk to pray, I don't seek particular revelation, but I am certainly disappointed if I seem to receive none.)
Worry is a killer, no question. I'm a one life to live dogmatic, don't think the personality reincarnates. But in even "just" one life the scars are deep, and I am much more at risk from worry than any other damaging force. The raging of negative chemicals in my brain is a constant threat, and I know my anxiety is so much less than the wound I see in some people I love.
OK, a bit random. You are a good teacher.
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