RECIPE FOR TODAY
Forget yesterday and morrow- day,
do the day, this day, all the way,
out of bed as soon as night lifts
and first blue is born,
aware of your next-to-nothingness
in the vast sweep of countless beings
but at the same time your total importance
to you in yourself
and in your relationship
to everything that isn’t you,
such as the different shades of blue the sky wears
(count them but don‘t try to name them)
before the sun sets and the evening star appears,
remembering Kierkegaard’s insight
that people complain about not having freedom of speech
when they have freedom of thought
but seldom use it,
and don’t forget Emily Dickinson’s,
“Beauty crowds me till I die,
Beauty, mercy have on me!
But if I expire today,
Let it be in sight of thee.”
Not an order
not a command,
just a recipe
for today.
March 25, 2010
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