When I say be creative, I don’t mean you should all go and become great painters and great poets. I simply mean let your life be a painting, let your life be a poem. –Osho
Rainy morning
writing at my desk–
a ticking clock
marks Sunday time
suggesting rhythms,
line lengths,
heartbeats.
Where is the poetry
we have lost in data?
Can the mist of our lives
open to clear sky?
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Lovely!