You Are What You Do. (This Is A Message To Them All)
A day like any other day
as in a list behind an etcetera.
Careless, needless, thoughtless.
A loss of mindfulness.
Why do we live in monotony?
Getting by to get on through?
Is that how you would make do?
Is your shining shining world
no longer possible?
Or would you have it tarnished?
Or have you let some one else
make all things tumble down?
Make of your beauty a finer mess?
Dissipating, then your happiness?
Live your days, all, every one as a gift.
Seal away the inner rifts
of pain. They will think what they
will gain...though it will not be true.
You are what you do.
Not what they say.
Copyright March 9,2013 All Rights Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells Meloo Tilt-a-World
Thinking of William Blake's "Songs of Experience"
What has your experience of the world been today?
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