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The future is a prison I escape by staying in today. The tiny windows which open to strange foreknowledge have barbs rather than bars and inflict painful wounds when I attempt too close examination. My business is here and now; the currency like manna, good only for the duration of the day and nothing further. Pretty dreams and colossal disaster float as baubles on the horizon but I need to take down my focus from such far off vistas; adjusting the optics for a clear view of where I am standing. Circumscription is what the destiny becomes when I try to live in it too soon. Novelty is what it is to be living in the very moment I am currently breathing in.
Find ways to embrace the random nature of life
I fold my reality like origami
Everyday a shape to suit my whim.
A dog when I feel like begging.
A horse when I want to trot away.
A pot to brew up some potion.
A penguin when I feel cold
And I stand on my egg all day.
I can bend and flex, change my image
But in the end I am truly flat and lifeless
A construct of imagination but soulless and boring.
Reality cannot be my creation,
Made in the accordion of my mind.
Truth and breath come like wind
And I need to let them change direction
And change me too.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault