Monday, August 5, 2013

daily life - the holy ordinary

This is what it looks like 
when there is nothing more to do 
than to do what I do, 
and nothing more to be than this, living.

No one has asked me to do anything differently,
So I watch eat pray love, have a wonderful meal and enjoy being here now.

That’s it.
Memory of being in Italy, voraciously
Memory of being in love
Memory of the challenge of his frustrations and moods.

What a quiet night,
Frogs alone now.
The Cicadas have hummed their own lives into silence.

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