this day
this hour
this moment
In withering worry and aching agenda,
Weighing worth on human scales
of fame and fortune,
bytes and stats,
and cruelly quantified commodity.
You cannot graph eternity
Nor calculate serenity.
Count what matters -
The sudden flutter of a monarch's wings,
The lone chirp of a lark on high,
The scent of jasmine in a city park,
The taste of lemons, lavender and laughter,
Bright breezes,
Sun-parched skin,
Drumming hearts,
The silence of being.
Waste not
this day
this hour
this moment.
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