This day
As with every day
I am tempted
To capitulate to the tyranny of more
Even as the sun gently climbs
And the stream gently flows
As breezes caress
And assorted bird sing
I am pulled by an odd force out of my
Rest
Into action.
Driven to know more, have more, do more
And all I end up with is less
Less love, there is no time
Less health
Less joy
Less
Less Spirit
Less god
For the sacred is often best found in quiet and stillness
This day oh sacred one
Teach me to sit
Teach to breathe
To discover the divine presence
And give me the strength to let go
Off all I carry around
That robs me of life
That robs me of you
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