Full with the droplets of the tender rain
falling outside my window pane, I enter
into this plush and thorny life
filled with uncertainty—
conditioned by what I do next,
and the wonders and knowings of certainty
that all us sentient beings possess.
How we do this moment, matters, they say—
don't waste the suffering for another day
of the one and the same.
Though the moment is all that is certain today,
and fumble and falter, I may—
this is a year to fully live, live differently
in the fleeting moments of the day,
finding courage and persistence
to hold true and follow through...
What is it that I want to know?
What is it that I want to see?
Who do I want to hold with care?
Who do I want to love?
How will I gently hold the 'I' with the 'We'?
—in the moment of a day.
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