Worrying about the future
Makes it quite difficult
To be happy today.
That is not to say
We should not have dreams.
But too often
Our slavish pursuit of dreams
Turns them into nightmares.
It is difficult to smell the roses
If we spend our hours in the garden
Spreading manure and
Dusting to kill the aphids.
We must learn to say:
Today is sufficient.
This I can appreciate.
I do not need
A chorus of angels to sing for me.
A single mourning dove will suffice.
I do not need
The applause of the masses.
The smile on the face of a friend
Is affirmation enough.
I do not need
To turn the world
To my way of thinking.
Understanding my own path
To peacefulness will do.
And all this fits comfortably
Within the soft blanket
Of today.
