Dear Me,
Dwell not, O soul, on yesterday,
on sorrows past and gone –
the sketch you drew so long ago,
today may be redrawn.
Dwell not upon tomorrow’s wars,
nor borrow from their pain –
that energy you need today
let not your worries drain.
Dwell not, O heart, on failures past
though each one left its scar –
rich lessons you have learned have forged
the person you now are.
Dwell not upon your victories,
for those shall also pass –
let not your pride construct a shrine
to trophies made of glass.
Dwell not, O soul, on others’ gain
nor envy those with much –
contentment, paired with gratitude,
brings peace no wealth can touch.
Dwell not on anyone’s downfall
as though it lifted up
your own estate; we’re siblings all
and drink from the same cup.
So what is left, O soul –
where does the prudent soul pay heed?
Become less of a taker,
always give to those in need.
Where is the plot of ground to plant
your seed – which soil to plow?
Sow seeds of love, be brave, and dwell
in the eternal now.
- Author Unknown
Dear Me, 