Each morning that comes
is a fresh beginning
entirely in our own hands
All yesterdays be yesterdays
the past but dead and buried
in the limbo of oblivion
All tomorrows be tomorrows
having had no effect on our today
the time for us to make a new beginning
The way we lived our yesterday
has determined for us our today
so how we live our today
shall determine our tomorrow
The most auspicious be this moment
of this first hour of this new day
with all its sublime richness and glory
with all its eternity-determining possibilities
Each succeeding moment and the hour
has in it the seeds of fresh creation
the realization of the highest life-
only now or else never.
(Yayati)
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