It feels wrong to commodify each day,

means to exclusively reclusive ends.

What mortality?

A night of dreams,

of merging id-entities into insight,

developing,

burgeoning coincidental awareness,

to arrive at co-prehensive moment

in morning’s meditation?

It feels right to full measure each day’s rhythm,

to respectfully dignify

our burgeoning story line’s

middle,

then commencement.

Each day a place of pilgrimage,

reauthoring our journey,

resting in rich place of gratitude

for gift of this eternal day’s promise;

fulfilling transition.

It feels wrong to commodify each moment,

means to ends.

What end?

Each life’s potential integrity

flows right and true,

radically replete song and dance,

engorged sustenance;

mindful,

graceful karma,

resonant resolutions.

Choosing rich eternal life

toward next moment’s transitioning abundance,

from prior moment’s integrity;

fulfilling

within time’s envelope

this day’s gifting economy.