Cat sits on the window sill mornings
Looking out curiously, hunting in its mind
Warm August days slip by heedlessly
As we work or vacation in turn
Pot boils, pan fries, knife cuts making meals
Chew, swallow, ponder the news by breakfast, lunch breaks
Sleep and work crowds the days and nights
Stealing away the grains of sands we call life
Hobbies occupy one's ambitions to realize potentials
Sport, books, discussions, plans for the future
Slowing down into being just who we are is a maze of confusion
Slowly taking shape as we lose the threads of desire
Then direction is changed as we realize new vistas opening before us
Then we start again on the fool's errand we call creating meaning
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