Plan of the Day
I have no mystical god to pray at,
Nor holy book of prophecies to ease
My nagging existential anxieties.
I have no hopeful dogma in which to invest.
No unseen machinations set to railroad time
That guide my own awareness of the void.
But I can speak to the universe,
This thing I observe,
And it will answer in its way,
As it sees fit.
So long as I have work to do
And water to drink,
I’m good with that.
Tat tvam asi.
Copyright © Michael Kalavik | Year Posted 2022
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