Good morning, soulmates. We are experiencing an extraordinary and lovely weekend here. What is more beautiful than the lush, fully green, fully ripe, late spring days, hinting at the free-spirited summer around the corner? My regular readers know that Sundays are devoted to poetry, a poetry workshop of sorts. Usually I write a poem, although sometimes I share a poem by another poet who has moved me. As always, I strongly encourage you to share your poems, or at the very least, to write one. Writing a poem is the perfect way to have a conversation with your heart and with your soul. Here’s my poem for the day:
Beautiful Days
Today is beautiful outside. We don’t often count the beautiful days.
The counted days are the fierce, savage days,
which insist on being experienced by rapid force,
And held in our memories by fear and prowling.
The beautiful days leave the door open, with a soothing invitation,
to bring inside, the calm, clear colors, and the soft shimmering of the outside,
to softly cleanse and to shine up and to clear up the view,
for the inner core of our very being and awareness.
The beautiful days are gentle and quiet and nourishing,
and far more prevalent than we ever truly care to admit.
The dramatic storms, with their ravenous anger and destruction,
hold us in rapt attention and rumination and trepidation.
The vicious days have made industries of defense and calculation.
The beautiful days just offer themselves freely. Love requires no invitation.
Soak in the beauty of the day. And expect more beautiful days.
Storms are just angry reminders to remember to count the beautiful days.
The storms are just intermittent nudges to bask in the plethora of beautiful days.
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
Bonus thought for the day: It doesn’t really matter what happens. We have very little control about what happens, in most cases. What matters is how we handle what happens.