i hear
in the lands of milk and honey
there will soon be
a different kind of money
defi will defy
wealth will trickle
no change
without ripple
i listen to the friday morning jazz
sip my tea
in the search for someone
wonder if I will ever lose me
i polish the nickle
and the dime
look around and realize
nothing is really mine
i close my eyes
tea is cold
the sun’s warm embrace
a gift better than gold
as the forests burn
and the skies turns gray
may I always remember what matters
…the gift of today
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A thought-provoking piece, Sobhana, with a lot of wisdom. As you wrote, what we really have is the present moment, although we can chase after so much.
When a pleasant memory from the past comes to mind, I find that, most often, it arose from a coincidental set of circumstances, unplanned. So yes, we have to be open to that.
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Thanks, Steve, you are so right – it is all about being open…Unlike in my childhood and early adulthood, I find I have to try hard to focus on the present…it is right in front of me and I am trying to see the past and future instead…
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Nice blog
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Thank you, Saania!
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