It’s that time of day when I hear a voice.
Socrates called it a daemon,
his ‘internal oracle’ – his demon?
a higher self?
divided mind?
we let our conscience be our guide,
but where do our earthly thoughts reside?
My guardian angel keeps time,
my muse whispers till I turn,
turn around and tune it in,
stop the clock, this minute,
now.
Wonderful! It’s a sobering reminder to live life in the NOW
Yes!
Awesome!