day has come.
night releases her hold on the earth
and allows light to illuminate the land.
and so every 24 hours, a day that has never been before.
a new beginning.
a fresh start.
a chance to be present.
a chance to be real.
a chance to be open.
a chance to be.
i take this for granted.
i forget.
i move and do without thinking, automatic.
may i not waste today.
may i be present.
may i be real.
may i be open.
may i be.
Deb
written 12.07
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
presence
Posted by deb at 12:01 AM
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