Take the rain for what it is,
a soft tap on the windowpane,
the way it splashes the ground
and vanishes without apology.
Accept the leaf that falls too early,
its edges curling like the corners
of an unfinished letter you never read
but knew what it would say anyway.
Consider the dog who wants to be
fed at the wrong hour,
then lies down in the sun
as if everything has already been decided.
Don't resist the weight of the morning,
how it presses down like an old friend
who always arrives too early,
expecting to stay too late.
Let the noise of the city be what it is,
a hum, a buzz, a kind of music
that fills the air like perfume
you can never quite name.
And when the clock ticks too loudly,
just listen, as if it were a song
that doesn't care if you understand
its every note or not.
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21 Poems Of Reflection
PoetryA compilation of reflective poems I wrote upon reading Miyamoto Musashi's book Dokkōdō (The Way of Walking Alone). The 21 principles in his book inspired me to write the poems you're about read here.
