Each Morning

Each morning starts a new day, a new canvas.
The house is quiet, the page is blank.
What lies ahead is still unknown.
It is a magical time of choices with many possibilities still ahead.
Time to quiet the mind, to float in stillness…
The water is deep,
The surface unruffled.
Deep below from some primordial mud a thought emerges…
What will come into being today?



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