Dwelling in Today

What is free in this world

Is what is best:

The gentle songs of birds

Who know nothing of past or future,

The waft of fresh coffee

On a crisp, autumn day,

The rustling of the leaves above you

As God runs his fingers through the world,

The kind smile of a stranger,

The passing thought of your beloved,

The silence of nature enveloping you

And easing your spirit, lost and weary from the city’s madness.

Do not lose yourself

In the troubles of tomorrow.


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