Daily Aim

The process of finding the definition of life

Everyday, is the measure of gain and of loss;

It is growing in the knowledge of Love and of Eternity,

It is carrying a mortal cross.

Most of my days, my life is wasted

In distant reveries; my energies

I tend to squander or dissipate;

I have lost the order of living and

Its spiritual connections I cannot keep straight.

So, I must stop,

Whenever this becomes conscious and

I must realign what I think, do and say

To the center of my simply being

With a few moments

When I sleep, play or pray.

2013.02.05.0900 ©

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