You wake up vague, objectives dormant. Focused on the now-ment, In the habit of the moment, Higher power to relate to, Husband, friend or wife beside you, You seek thought, goal, frame to fit in - Any measure to begin A day serene With something like a slogan: βEverything that happens, happens for my bestβ Whether lesson or reward: a grace, A gift with not a price tag. Always in the air In lives particular and singular, You aim the morning self that was, And turn it into self that is, Its comforts and rewards.
To Remember At All Times 7.25.2016 Circling Round Reality; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Corwin