Each day we face the world anew
Each day there is something familiar
Yet also some new opportunity
Some new insight and awareness
We have our challenges
Our successes, our loves
Our failures and our tragedies
Each day we have our morning
Filled with hopeful freshness and expectation
We meet our afternoon and evening
For some weariness arrives
And for some the acceptance
Of the movement of the day’s events
And our darkness inevitably comes
As the sun disappears once again
Each night we die into emptiness
Everything vanishing into the void
In truth we have no idea, no guarantee
That we will awaken the following day
Yet we do, until we don’t
I have learned that each day is a precious jewel
Not to be grasped at and squeezed
Not to be feared or forced
But to be cherished and loved
To savor this existence without attachment
To see the great picture
Of arrival, experience and departure
The great wheel that turns effortlessly
This, to me, is love.
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