Some mornings, even before
we launch out of bed,
we set expectations
about how
the world should be.
Some days,
we form ideas too quickly
about what we want
from the world, and
in so doing,
we preclude truth’s possibilities,
which can set us free
of the illusions
growing inside our dreams.
Just this morning,
as I shrugged off last signs of the night,
I set demands on this very Sunday,
which greeted me
with cheerful chirping birds
and a slight breeze,
rustling the young spring leaves
in the nearby forest.
Fortunately,
a tiny voice inside
nudged me back to reality:
let this day be what it is, and
may you befriend the surprises
that it brings.
I agree with everyone above (and below, for that matter…)
Thanks Andrew. Again, loved your piano piece.
good advice!
Kai, so glad you enjoyed it.
🙂
Thanks Aurora and Polona.
Aurora, we were just talking about doughnuts today. Off limits to me though.
Polona, thanks. I push too hard at times, and need to ease up.
let the day be just what it is…
so true
so beautiful
thank you.
I was hoping this day would start off with a chocolate glazed doughnut. I’m still waiting…..:)
This is a good thought poem for a lazy Sunday, Don.
Yes Ann, tomorrow IS another day, and so IS today. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
I find I go to bed with all good intentions and expectations of how I shall fill the next day only to wake and change my mind…
My mantra should be the words of Scarlett O’Hara, “Tomorrow is another day!”