Playtime
Heads I win, tails you lose, what’s your excuse
to play the game joyfully, anyway?
Orientation tranquil, we each choose,
not allowing our attention to sway,
living moment to moment, day by day.
Our delight, lies in embracing surprise,
thus the now eternity, on the rise,
as we feel mindfully, each throb within,
from start to peak and until it so dies,
as at each instant, the play re-begins.
19-January-2021
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