Every day unfolds 

in perfect harmony.

How can the melodies be anything but perfect

when my breath is my only song?

My breath rising & falling,

that is the sole task for the day,

that is the single goal of the hour,

all else is window dressing

to adorn my time with color & curiousity--

oh, this is what this day wants me to do--

I approach it with relish,

I sing songs to myself,

I laugh, I smile, I cry, 

& all along I breathe deeply,

gazing somberly at all the troubles,

reaching gently with the hand of compassion,

& behind & below & beyond--

the breath of peace,

a perfect day.