Here now this morn
Fortunate developments do not excite,
in as a heart tremor, as they once used to
and likewise downturns diminish not soul’s light,
for we know each moment in this dream is new,
so from God’s bliss boat we choose not to alight,
glistening in sunlight, as does morning dew.
Call this a stoic stance or simply heart’s dance,
it is because we have turned inward our glance.
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