Between this and that

Every morning I face
the blank day ahead.
It’s my only obligation.
None occupies me and
I miss none. It’s a free
and simple day –
between this and that.
I write in water – and
my only deed is to stay
at rest and let things be.
Silence fluting – I take it
in and it fills me. Oh,
I know well it’s true –
I’m now in many minds.
Yet, alone in my room.
I’m cool and I’m calm –
I wash my hair and let it
self-dry and sometimes
I take a walk – if it not
rains too heavily. Yes,
I’m free, no worries for
anyone, no worries for me.

photo by yasb 2011

photo by yasb 2011


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