Exactly the same
As the life I’ve known,
Only in that state
I can fully appreciate
And see the beauty in Everything -
Each moment,
Each person,
Each flower.
And what if Hell is
Watching myself live
My one precious life
In some trancelike state,
Distracted from the blessing of
All the beauty in Everything -
Each moment,
Each person,
Each flower.
On CBS Sunday Morning this week, there was a review of play Our Town. When Emily dies and is granted the wish to see one day of her life, her 12th birthday, she is amazed that her family is there together once more and can't really see how precious those moments are. The reviewer said something like, "We can't really be that conscious every moment, because then we wouldn't be living the moment, we'd be ..." and the person he was speaking to said, "tweeting about it."
It is a beautiful day. May I be aware of the blessing of each moment.
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