Just Another Day
Or an other day, our daily choice
Another day or an other day — we get to choose from our first breath and every step along the way. We can remotely move or consciously choose. Remaining the same or altering reality with singular thoughts.
A master painter looks to the brush, paints, and canvas to convey a message. Trapped within constructs of reality, released with a single breath. Upon the Canvas — single strokes of pain, gladness and everything in between.
Colors blend or remain incompatible until the end. Vision unnoticed — often just before completion of tapestry found in a single breath, a thought, vision for what might be — hidden beneath life’s surface.
We share our uniqueness with Great Mystery and Mystery returned. With joy, gladness, pain, and suffering, we express our world as eyes interpret our Canvas of Life. We give and receive at the beginning and end of another day.
Repetition or interchanging, interweaving each diurnal course — we get to choose. Whether forty-eight years of self or thirty years of togetherness, today is our day to shine, paint, sing and dance to colors — melodies from the heart.
Just for today, we will have another day, or we shall make An Other Day.
~ Ani Po
