Awake
There are mornings
when I wake up
as a hundred-year-old woman
with stiff hips
and wrinkled memories
so I slow down the world
because I have wisdom to forget
and I accept that it is transient.
There are other mornings
when I wake up
as a six-year-old
with playful thoughts
and easily mobile desires
so I spin the world fast
because I have the power to change it
and I recreate without ceasing.
And there are mornings
when I wake up
and I just say to myself -
It's good, you are awake!
So I embrace the world.
