We consider mornings to be open promises for the day awaiting...

We consider mornings to be open promises for the day awaiting
Hold tightly to it, we remind ourselves
All the while forgetting to breathe deeply the chilled wind
All the while forgetting to ask of the morning what it has in mind
I, too, have been riddled with excitement many times over
Anticipating the possibilities
However, whichever language the sun speaks when its mauve tinted iridescence dances along walkways
I want to hear those philharmonic syllables spoken as the back drop to this day
I do not speak the language
Nor do I wish to relive any symbolisms of past days during this adventure into getting lost
The sum of what I have known cannot amount to what is to be known
I would like to dance in my plans
I am open instead •

Be open to what life may serve you. Have your own plans, but do not forget spontaneity. Travel a different path to work; you may encounter a long lost friend or discover a new eatery you did not know existed. Know what you want and work toward that, but allow yourself to diverge toward new routes not previously embarked upon. You cannot know most things - most things must be discovered. And learning new, previously unconsidered things is exciting. Embrace newness. •

Poem from Four Years in Chrysalis
© Aisha Tariqa Abdul Haqq Publishing
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