and see reality until patterns emerge
with gaps, shapes and focus ~ brush strokes hidden in the colours, corners and swirls until we look closely
to see where the artist has been.
Every day matters are as simple as washing sheets worn and worried with busy, unsettled sleep tossing and turning in awakening lives, tripping through daisies on our way to reality.
Every day matters become real and important
when it is the novels and mysteries that we read,
the gaudy or dowdy clothes that we wear
or food that we eat with gusto or just because.
Every day matters are at least as important
as grand schemes at the top of the heap of humanity
that ebbs and flows around us seeking progress
that seems unreachable because of the crowd.
Every day matters are the cogs on our own wheels,
the gears that we shift to find the right speed
to take us over rocky or flat terrain, rivers or streams
with or without sustenance, peace and joy.
Every day matters not what we think
but what we do while our thoughts tell us
what screw to turn, what ladder to climb, what speed to go
never a thought to what does come first ~ thought or action.
Every day matters to each of us
but we may not know what has mattered or
we may know what matters for us but
not what matters to the next guy.
“It’s not the extremes and the treats that are the problem. It’s the everyday.”
~ Jamie Oliver
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