06 Aug
Rallying behind what works is the mind's flow
this morning. I got up, 
eliminated without too much effort, 
stretched my body and thoughts, and report
that all seems well. 
Too often, the focus is on what isn't working. 

There is always something in this category.
But I find that focusing on what I don't have
only seems to grow this group. 

The heart is beating to beat the band; 
the blood is pumping
life to the extremities faithfully.
The ears still pick up the drone of the cicadas
& the rustling of agitated leaves. 
The eyes can still spot a hummingbird
flitting from violet tree flowers. 

The gray-snooted dog and I are blessed.

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Posted by on August 6, 2021 in Poetry


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