I Die Each Day

Each day, outside the boundaries of time, fresh as no day has ever been, nor could ever be again.

I die to all that has gone before, what has been, never was, complete, perfect and forgotten.

The past is dead, and laid to rest, whole and cleansed, never again to taint this day.

I am this day, as this day is all there is, in wonder and love, eternal, without boundaries or center.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s