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May 2021
Once Again…

Once again I find I’m saying;
“Plan my day”
One of those potential phrases
In a phase of a quasi-prayer.

Though going to, into thin air
Aware in mind of finding nothing,
There is a kind of blind belief;
A pragmatism; faith
In nothing I can feel - like lace or steel.

Based on daily observation;
Sensible and level-headed
Practical and logic-driven:
Balanced person -
When the daily mode reveals no voice,
I have no choice but to receive a day
Of ‘outer’ planning’s voice turned play
(The voice of possibility)
By saying to myself and It,
“Plan my day!!
And take what follows,
As it comes and as it goes.

Once Again 5.26.2021 To The Child Mystic II; The Processes; Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin
Written by
Arlene Corwin  Sweden
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