Between the fury and the fervor
of impatience, everything is calm.
Heed the warnings of idle hands,
and strive for occupation,
continuation. Forget tomorrow
until tomorrow, and allow
each moment its recognition -
your attention, close devotion -
it will soon be gone;
we will have another.
Doing
It is a Sunday night
and I have little to do
that I wish to do
so instead I do
what I find myself
doing
and wait for sleep
to renew my reason.
It is a long wait;
I am not an early sleeper.
But there is no hurry
there is no worry
just doing.
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Waiting for warmer weather...and preparing for the week ahead.