A poem by Nanda Nina
I have made the bed,
Put the books on the shelf,
There is a photo or two from times past,
And more in the box to go through later.
There are diaries and notebooks of past adventures to be read again,
To be put away to collect some more dust,
For a while.
It is all for a while.
I used to think that there was some great achievement that I would accomplish,
And now I know that it is already accomplished.
I have learned how to sit quietly and drink my tea in silence.
To enjoy the breeze,
The buzzing bees, the chirping birds and
the beautiful red amaryllis on my porch that blooms bigger and more beautiful every day then withers and fades, just like you and me.
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