morning accomplishments

My eagerness wants to tell you
That before 8am
I made chicken soup
I meditated,
And I oil pulled
And I drank a matcha latte
That I made myself.

But what is more true
Is that while I sat in meditation
Tears streamed from closed eyes
And while I drank my tea
I stared out the window
And wondered about all the things
I don't know how
To understand

And that in every stir
Of that soup
I poured a prayer
For trust
And peace
And healing
For all the hearts
I will never
Be able
To touch.

Ankati Day