The Gift

The challenge
When untying a knot
Is to know that pulling harder
Is often the problem
Not the solution.
 
This day like all others
Unveils its gifts,
Perhaps the greatest among them
Is the gift of simplicity,
The knot unraveled,
The letting go.

The Morning Lens

There is a certain lens
That focuses each day
Upon rising
Upon learning from the nighttime of whispered dreams
And the probable pedagogy of yesterday.
Some days I stumble and it fails to focus
And yet others break with the offer
Of potential.
You and I are such potential
Striding into our time
Ready to be
Ready to find and create
To evaluated and consider and share.