Each Day there is a moment,
Before we step into the weathered skin of who we were yesterday,
Before assignments are hoisted on our shoulders like a back-pack,
And the rules have not been handed out…
When the day is loose and unformed,
Budding, breathtaking in it’s potential and it’s promise,
And possibilities lay before us like a galaxy
Brilliant with diversity.
Each day there is a moment,
Before masquerades have been assumed,
Ere’ we reach for the cloak of the past,
When the door to the wardrobe room is wide open,
The page blank,
The play not yet written,
And the pen is in our hand.
Each day there is a moment,
When the future is dynamic
quickening in all directions,
Unsecured and at attention,
When all is perceivable…
Anything is conceivable…
And everything is achievable…
When imagination is the only limitation,
And we are free to choose.
In that moment,
As all of creation reverberates fresh and glistening in the palm of our hand,
A sudden glint of raw promise, caught in a sideways glance-
With just a simple explosion of intention,
Evinces God is Alive...
And Magic is afoot…
And the world is ready to dance!
In that moment,
We are offered a glimpse of our birthright,
Whose proper name is Divinity.
-© by taree Belardes 2/14/2006
Inspired by Dr. Joe Dizpenza
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