Caught with relief on
a cool morning after a long stretch of summer heat,
as the clouds shroud the morning sun,
I’m beset with
contemplations of the labor of the day before.
The world around is
buzzing with busyness as each individual chases the necessary needs of survival,
of want, of pleasure.
This amount’s to
labor for the most of us, with the manipulation by the cunning, which are the
least of us, that conspire to avoid life’s labor. But always is the constant
churning of ambition.
Imagine an iron
anchor for a sailing vessel attached to an unbreakable chain.
Now, cast it
overboard, hard upon the rocks and feel the wayward ship come to a stop.
Slow the mindless
ambition, and rest.
Long life is not
hurried.
Be not bored with
simplicity and take time to taste and savor.
And the cool breeze
washes over me, a breeze I would not have felt lest I stop to feel it.
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