Fank you Friday



Cos I'm not perfect

Cos I don't remember my own medicine sometimes 
Cos then I do some other times.

Today was one of those days
not a perfect day 
not a perfect progress
stumped
stuck 
circling
down

The I remembered 
then I got up
then I stepped out 
then I just
look up

Not a perfect tree
not a perfect leaf
not a perfect sky

Lots of holes
but the light
shines bright right through

Not a perfect day 
just a perfect moment.


And the words of Donald Neale Walsh fell through the space
God only sends me Angels
And everything was ok.


What medicine would you hear today?