A great group of poetry lovers gathered together in the library last week for Poetry Day.
I recited something assembled quickly and half-prepared, but to my relief seemed to roll off the tongue smoothly with a natural flow…
The Revolution of Everyday Life
Leaving behind old thoughts,
Old habits that don’t serve
The revolution of everyday life.
The blessed beatitudes
That voluntary poverty can bring;
A mind empty
Of wants and hindrances;
Worldly thoughts that take up room,
But diminished, create
A vital space
For freedom to bloom.