Wake Up

The landscapes in which we live are lies told by poor memories
and unfulfilled wishes.
If you could really see the truth though it is
- and always was -
wondrous.
Wake up and smell the coffee, hear the birds, and hear the bin trucks down the road.
Clean out the dinner waste from the plug hole. Wash the car, and cut the lawn.
Take the smooth with the rough. Enjoy the rough for what it is:
life.
Wondrous life.
Wake up. Wake up. It is beautiful. It is once in your lifetime.
It is once:
your lifetime.