This day gave me the most beautiful package, though not for tomorrow
Not knowing that inside, the beautifully covered box, lay a “Noble Truth”
“All life is suffering” or reckoning with or without unhappiness
Today is my birthday, and I celebrate
A new moon is more than a
Quarter ways down life’s path
My insight into my dream grows
Brighter nearing the end of its cycle
Wish I were an unchanging star
Shinning brighter evermore…But
I burn out and shine no more.
A time for introspection as I sit
Night watching the moon growing in light
Saluting the sun every morning’s rise, and
Watching it return to the dark. At my best, I rest…
From the sun, I rise like the morning dew,
And as a red lotus, I sit, breathing life in delight!
Inhaling the north, south, east, and west winds
Then breathing out all those things that don’t serve me well
Training my eyes to strain to see through murky yesterdays
Focusing on family cycles, friends, and romantic love that
Blooms in spring, and a love that expires in wintertime:
Young love and old love are equal.
Filled with today’s comforting memories,
And letting go old ways
Experience the giving and receiving
Of boundless love and compassion
The epilogue of this poem
Can be told at the demise of the main character.
Her birthday is every tomorrow
May 20,2014
Almedia Knight Oliver
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gift-every-tomorrow/
