The Perfect Nesting Spot

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Quiet your mind

Your thoughts, those lofty travelers,

Have been caught racing toward the morning

And the edges of days yet to be seen

Let them perch themselves at last

And nest in the stillness of a rooted home

So that you may close your eyes

And find the truth that you’ve been seeking

Time as a Friend, Not an Enemy

Dear Time,

Sorry that I have been upset with you recently. It was surprising when I looked up and realized that this season was already bidding its adieus. I’ve chastised you for being too slow, angered when you seemed to go too fast. You were relentless, tempered. I was one shade less than peaceful. Wishing for extra moments wasn’t providing any…because you, with inimitable sageness, knew there were already enough. Exactly enough of you to go around. No more, no less. Now I realized that I’ve been trying to change you, instead of just letting you…be. So thank you for your patience. Forgive my need to rush or to hold you back.

Looking forward This is a perfect moment – thanks for being here for it.

Forever yours,

Your Friend