I'd live my life in shorthand, <br />the short hand of a poem, <br />a zen brush painting. <br /> <br />Ah, the endless repetitions, <br />the rising, getting dressed, <br />going to the same workplace, <br />the weekends, blah blah, <br /> <br />and now and then a flash of something new, <br />a moment that leaves the procession, <br />flies up to the hills, <br /> <br />something worth writing about, <br />something that seems <br />worth God's time<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-of-all-the-endless-days/
