Monday, November 5, 2007
Tomorrow is the day after today.
How often do we spend
today on tomorrow?
Anticipating, planning, waiting . . .
We wake up tomorrow
and it is a new day,
but no longer tomorrow, only today.
We spend the new today
as we spent the old yesterday,
anticipating, planning, waiting . . .
Suppose there was no tomorrow,
which there (really) isn't
because it hasn't happened yet.
What would it be like living today . . . for today?
Not anticipating, not planning, not waiting.
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