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We have to spend our whole life getting up
each morning and see the many suns
rising courageous from the horizon.
A simple life- who knows when to retire
at night time and hug long-time companions
called pillows and dreaming dreams.
There are episodes here, which send ripples
into our seemingly monotonous existence
everyday. And we have to wage battles
with boredom and her sisters- called mediocrity
and irrelevance. But not all were lost.
Somebody needs to learn how to befriend them.
Some may think that something was lacking,
but perhaps in the company of silence we find
orbs of thoughts in the usual grind of days
like the fowls of the air having simple cares.
Season after season. Day after day. Aged
but content to the simple things that matter.
The small country talks over the weather
and life in the farm begins with asking folks
how the young are doing these days at school.
The familiar warmth of seeing old friends at a gathering.
The joy of witnessing someone else’s milestones.
The farewells and well wishes when someone
is leaving our own little places to discover
the bigness of things. There goes a little prayer
and a hope that nothing is wrong when one decides
to stay and carry on doing their tasks each day.
We might spend our whole life thinking it’s good after all,
though it has never been easy and there are rough times.
But it will never stop us believing that peace within
is the only dwelling place, our enduring shelter
when the day comes that we will never be able
to witness the sun and it has forgotten to rise.
In the darkness, we hope our soul in its own little spaces
can see the moon and stars light up the evening sky.
While the wind whispers- all is well, we’ll be calm as the sea.
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