Each day receives a different me.
I think and act adaptively.
On days the sun revives my soul,
An inner fire uncontrolled,
I rarely sit or settle down,
Creating, fixing, running ’round.
Yet other days are clouded, still.
I rest and keep a lighter pace.
I seek a still and quiet space.
Other days are in-between,
With ebb and flow from scene to scene.
I listen to my spirit’s need
And act in line with what’s decreed.
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