Measured

Measured

The moment we emerge, we are measured.
Days and months chart our appropriate or inappropriate growth.

School days drag us from bed too early, end too late.
Wall clocks stare.
Learn this: Never enough,
Never enough, never enough time.

Good worker bees produce, produce, produce
something bitter that rhymes with honey.
Learn this: Never enough,
Never enough, never enough money.

Sit on Earth, touch ground, look at sky.
Learn this: What you are is immeasurable.
Your profound accident of cells carry
Elements, atomic fragments of all.

Measure this: How we exist inside this moment inside this space.

About Erin W

A sensitive plant, bamboo strong.
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2 Responses to Measured

  1. mumsthewordblog1 says:

    Exactly, never enough anything… always lacking something 😃🐻

    • Erin W says:

      At least not enough is the constant message we are taught in a consumer culture. I consciously step outside (mentally) that feeling every day to appreciate the vastness of true nature.

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