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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Today</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Today </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(Mark it in the diary - <br>then throw the diary away..) : </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Today dawned with the unusual <br>wrapped intriguingly in the familiar; <br>a freshness unidentifiable; <br>a promise, that promised <br>nothing specific: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">as if I walk in a world <br>whose infinite complexity <br>is no problem; <br>its multiplicity, a straightforward matter; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">which delivers something hoped for <br>and yet never formulated with real meaning: <br>simplicity; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">here and now, yet feels eternal; <br>a heavenly sense of down-to-earthness; <br>a freedom that can’t remember <br>what it’s freed from; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">where activity only seems <br>to tell one more of stillness, <br>and noise just sings of silence; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">a day that’s a gift, without <br>a need to ask, or to receive; <br>where surrender is instantaneous, and continual, <br>and barely worth the mention; <br>where paradox is just a game; <br>where being, itself, is gratitude enough; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">a day that says, this is how things are; <br>this is how it is... raising a quizzical eyebrow <br>and the hint of a smile: <br>you thought it otherwise..? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">a day that deserves a new-coined word <br>to mark it as exceptionally <br>unexceptionable: the word has <br>spoken of itself: <br>onefulness.. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">for the gift of just being is beyond <br>all thoughts of giver and receiver; <br>it’s a day that promises to itself and myself, <br>what it delivers right now <br>in each present moment – </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the indescribably magnificent, <br>glorious, who-would-have-guessed, <br>strangely familiar, and yet utterly new, <br>sense of the ordinary.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a></strong></div>