The end of each day
Leads to a new beginning
Change is in our hands
It’s loose and rolling;
Scoop and hold tightly, or drop;
Own or abandon
Penniless beggars?
Reality so denied;
The trove left, untouched
In every morning,
It remains there, inside us,
Awaits our notice
Spend wisely and well,
You cannot take it with you;
Give it all, freely.
Ask yourself, right now:
“What is it you’re waiting for,
With change in your hands?”
Secrets in plain sight:
No gift exists ungiven,
Only when given.
Imagine a world
Of such new community;
Dreams becoming real
Change in beggar’s bowl,
Change within the perspective,
Changes the known world
No true belonging,
Every inch of it is shared;
Let all hands touch it
Hold without holding,
Please give it to another,
It always returns