Thoughts On A Sunday Morning After Coffee
Always lifted, clear, inspired,
Tiredness completely sifted.
Left, whatever nature’s genes have gifted,
Here I sit on puffed up pillow,
Waiting, willing any little thought to flow,
Transformed by life’s maturity
To something noble.
Where to go?
In life, in word the path will show itself
If I just sit and wait, short term, long term,
Flexible, accessible but firm.
Okay, I’ll trust,
Doing what I must according to
My character, my mood, my temperament,
The moment.
See you later, alligator!
See you after
Thought’s been drafted,
Grafted from idea to paper.
As it comes I’ll watch with interest,
Witness and participant,
Recipient and implement.
Tool as well as karma’s fool.
Isn’t coffee wonderfull!
Thoughts On A Sunday Morning After Coffee 8.12.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin
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