Vital

Days can drag us down like dutiful robots, the drudgery of normal life. 

It is a small thing, but maybe vital. If only I can periodically remember, 

amidst a day's norm of distraction, to turn my thoughts away from the 

temporary and back to the eternal, anything other than the mundane, 

just reset to a higher frequency, how much calmer I'll be, if only; 

a small thing to recall, after all.

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