Every morning, my eyes open
The sun waits to show its face
Another day runnin and copin
Feet set to move with the rat race
I sit in stillness before the storm
Sip my Java and find my breath
My mind is static but that’s the norm
In this space between birth and death
Will I allow the circumstances
To push me beyond my comfort zone
Will I follow the world’s dances
And work my fingers to the bone
Or will I pause to be mindful
Listen, see, feel and taste
Let my source keep my cupful
Will I really set the pace?
Focus now on all that matters
Anchor firm in what is your base
When all seems to be falling in tatters
Pause and breathe and set the pace
Words by Jack Weaver
Copyright 2/2/25
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