Poetry Mondays

I don’t like Mondays. In fact, I despise them.  I always wake at 4:30 a.m., mind spinning, gut churning, heart thumping, as I consider all the pesky chores, large and small, that will require my attention as soon as the sun rises.  All I can say is, “Thank God for poetry,” which calms me down, reminds me to breathe, helps me remember I have plenty of time to get it all done. Here’s the poem I listened to just now, Coleman Barks reading Rumi’s “I See My Beauty In You.”  My favorite line:  “We become these words we say . . .”  I feel better already.

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