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on the go…

July 15, 2005

I do everything on the go.
Cell phone, pager, web browser.
Even this poem.
AIM, Trillian, contact manager.
I don’t feel like I’m moving unless I’m moving.
Gears shifting, productivity in motion.

Whatever happened to quiet?
To solitary moments when we stared at the stars
And dreamed dreams too large to fit on our Palm Pilot.

Where are my moments of soft reflection?
Meditation on a koan
That we are always moving
Even when we stand still?

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3 comments

  1. Poignant poem!

    *yoga*


  2. Be still, to hear My voice


  3. I agree whole heartedly with this poem.

    -Stephanie



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