Today sitting with a soupçon of hope
the kind that wraps around like smoke designed
to bypass all the doors I’ve firmly closed,
I glimpse into present. Now is just fine
so why do I worry and project doom?
Scare tactics I created to survive
come crashing down. Good riddance. I make room
for new insights upon which I will thrive.
Listen, as all the old systems crumble,
detox, deterge, release. Weep if you must.
Illusions we’ve anchored life on tumble
leaving us free. Imagine limitless.
Featured image is a Rose of Sharon juxtaposing old withered petals, new vibrant blooms and bursting red buds. How nature brings the exact lesson I need!
Title is from a folk song I still love to play and sing: Today by Randy Sparks.