The beautiful birdsongs of morning
A stillness in the light
The comfort of a peaceful mind
after a rest in night
An easy Sunday ante meridiem
Calm like lake of glass
Space between present ponders
No future or past
Meditation and observation
No judgment of events
No worry of things to come
No passion for what ego resents
Too much on my plate come tomorrow
yet I will prevail
for I will focus on my breaths
inhale and exhale
For the challenge is inevitable
Life conditioned to cripple
but I will remember that every smooth lake
eventually will ripple
Beautifully portrayed
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