It doesn’t matter the position of sun or moon
or where my feet have landed…
whispers find me,
their tasks needing my attention
at that very moment.
Do whispers wiggle into your mind too
like an annoying song repeating on a loop?
I question if this busyness is urgent enough
to prevent us from breathing in
the fragrance of flowers or admiring
the pageantry of wildlife outside our windows…
Surely our minds,
piled high with clutter,
deserve a detour
for some sweet refuge
now and then…
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