Always embrace the mundane– It is the handle of the present moment. The texture of your toothbrush’s stem And the minty taste of dentifrice Are the tendrils of eternity Penetrating your morning routine. Dread not the washing Of your dishes after breakfast, Nor the packing of your children’s lunches. Rush not through the traffic, Nor [...]
Tag: poetry
Much That Is Left
My back hurts more from weighty vanity Than from the burdens livelihood requires. My soul aches more from my humanity Than from ill answer to my base desires. With fifty circles run in matter’s realm, And dozens yet to come if fortune grants, I see a new tide harshly overwhelm The shore of egotism’s vast [...]