A blessing:  May we be released from the cog of repetition, busyness, and familiarity. 
May we sing ourselves and one another awake.  Now.

This is what was bequeathed us:

This earth the beloved left

And, leaving,

Left to us.

 

No other world

But this one:

Willows and the river

And the factory

With its black smokestacks.

 

No other shore, only this bank

On which the living gather.

 

No meaning but what we find here.

No purpose but what we make.

 

That, and the beloved’s clear instructions:

Turn me into song; sing me awake.

 

Suggested musical selection to accompany you: Cello music in Gregorian style:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HJMbhbL4F0

Gregory Orr, from How Beautiful the Beloved
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