22 Mar 2014

Savouring

Wherever I sit, that is my seat
Wherever I lie down, that is my bed
Whomever I meet, she is my friend
Would I rather that she be a stranger instead?

Whatever I do, that is my work
Whatever invites me, that is my play
Whoever is with me, she is my partner
Why would I not dance with her today?

Whatever unfolds, that is my present
However life shows up, that life is mine
Whoever comes to me, is my companion
For something else, why should I pine?

Wherever I walk, that is my path
Wherever I halt, that is my stop
Whatever I experience, that is my journey
So why not just savour each little drop?