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Perhaps my pondering,
should stay where the water ripples,
around my feet
rather then what is beyond the
golden horizon.
***
Perhaps I should not
spark like a spitting ember
when the wind
shifts its directions.
***
Perhaps my mind
should open like
a springtime window,
welcoming the fresh,
fragrant air.
***
Perhaps I should roll
as effortlessly as
a marble across
polished floor.
***
Perhaps my days
would be less burdened
with stones of my own making
pressing on my back
like a cavewoman’s load,
and more serene,
like a Zen monk,
who greetings the brief landing
of of single fly
on his shoulder,
then lets it go.
Comments (4)
This was so deep. Loved your poem!
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This is one way to help yourself feel better. Good job.
I give myself self talk everyday to help me make the right decisions. Very relatable