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.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
