Today Opens a Window

Birds sing in the morning
even though I may not be listening.
Light shines,
grass shoots up,
leaves unfold,
flowers dance in the breeze
to the music of wind chimes.
I can turn away from the window,
stare at the walls of my sorrow,
pace the floor I know so well.
Or I can lift my hand,
turn the wand,
open the blinds
and crank out the casement window.
Sometimes there is not enough energy
to lift my arm
or flex my fingers,
not enough strength to turn the wand,
not enough courage
to push open the glass.
But just looking
and listening
reminds me
of the true light of being
just beyond the window,
even if I can’t open

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