Six-thirty AM, do you
wake up one eye at a time, or both at the same moment?
Another day has been
gifted to you what are you going to do with it?
Can love prevail over
so much hate? The sign on the wall reads
“God is Love.” Well, who is your god or
goddess or whatever name you have for the ultimate motivator--or is there an
ultimate in your existence?
Feels like it will be a
hot one today in spite of the morning coolness. Your reverie is intruded with the
crash of garbage trucks loading.
Maybe they could carry
away some of the trash in our heads--clear a way for beautiful thoughts and
deeds. Do a little “Do unto others” stuff for a change. Do you, do I have a
consciousness to guide us through this new beginning?
Climb up out of my
navel and fall lock-step into the same old pattern of activity until life or
whatever intervenes. The outside world--it is here and now. Deal!
The butcher, the baker,
the climate change, the wars, the bomb, the screwy religions that have their
own monopoly on a god that neither you nor I can lay claim to. At times it
feels good to be damned by those people.
I am in
good company
Belonging
is everything
Join the
tribe.
To each
his/her own!
Make the coffee, brush
your teeth, etc, etc. Settle down and think what I might have to do and what I
can procrastinate about.
Have a cup, an old
scrap of toast.
Do not move too
quickly, waking takes a while.
It is a good start, the
navel isn’t as full of miscellaneous wool as when my one eye and then the other
opened.
I’ve affirmed for a new
day that Love: i.e. God, the Buddha, Thor, Apollo, Venus, et al. are still in
their heavens patiently waiting for me and you to find It, Him, or Her.
In light of so much of
this self-revelatory navel gazing and wool gathering it may be time to go back
to bed and get a navel refill.
As the poetaster is
wont to say, “Have a nice day.”
© 30 June 2014
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