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Author: Michael Angelo
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Today’s Joys
I think that in this world
it is best to find a little
happiness.
Leaves and trees fall and wither
with the rain and snow.
Those flashes of bright spring,
the pretty smile and sunlit eyes,
they fade with time.
What lingers is strife,
the inertia that demands
greater and greater energy from us.
We are like flowers,
vibrant with starry power—
until it’s all used up,
and what is left is disorder.
So, we should use this moment
and the miraculous organ of the mind
to make sense of our time,
and find reasons to love,
and reasons to smile.
At the end of the day,
night arrives
and our joys become
cricket hymns. -
Gratitude
I only have this life,
and though the years seem to pass without notice,
I can only be content with the measure I have been given.
Though I have little to show for myself
in terms of fame and material riches,
I have moments such as these,
where the quiet of my room is alive
with gentle droplets of rain.
I am filled with such gratitude
for having the ears to hear it.
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Autumn Breeze
It is late.
Beneath this moon
hangs an autumn chill.
The scorching heart eases with its touch.In this space of cold clarity,
eyes close and ears hear.From some long dead summer field
a familiar voice reveals
words that are echoed thoughts
beneath thoughts.They speak
of a season changed.
They speak
of a sun veiled.They speak
of fallen leaves.
They speak
of precious loss.They speak
of gifts they offer.
They speak
of auburn woods and maple leaves.They speak.
They speak
the word open.Grief is a hot breeze swiftly
passing through a window
open to an autumn morning.