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Friday, January 1, 2010

You Reading This, Be Ready

Poem by William Stafford

Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers,
what softened sound from outside fills the air?

Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now?
Are you waiting for time to show you
some better thoughts?

When you turn around, starting here …
lift this new glimpse that you found.
Carry into evening all that you want from this day.
This interval you spent reading or hearing this,
keep it for life.

What can anyone give you greater than now,
starting here, right in this room,
when you turn around?

Happy New Year, dear people.  Happy RIGHT NOW. 

It's in this very moment that dreams are born, that we remember and forget and forgive, hold on or let go, cling or surrender.  It's in this moment that we choose to curl into ourselves with fear or spread our wings and take or to give, to close or to open, to fall down or stand up, to back away or take a step closer.  To doubt or to believe.  

It's in this moment.  It's in this moment.  It's in this moment.


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  2. oh, wow, wow!!! thank you for that poem and for the reminder. Happy Now to you too, and now, and now, and now.
    So needed this reminder!


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