AVANT SOUL

When you stand on the shoulders of others,
    do you see where you shall go–

   As you awaken in the present moment,
    do you see where you can slow–

      To know
This speed which courses through your veins,    
   that Life's momentum is addictive,

Can you manage to

STOP
    and halt these tumbling moments mounting

From your cell phone, your watch,
   your appointment book, from all your goals?

Will you remember to apply
The tender lightness of your brakes
   to revel in your planetary flights–

      not to spurn the paces of slowness possessing greater strength
    than the learned speed of eagles, or race course lengths?

Speeding, tumbling, spinning
  towards the KNOWN–

Decelerate to stillness,
approach the throne of the
  unknown –

Stand on shoulders of the dead & looking ahead–

First, close your eyes to see.

Adjust each aperture of pictures in stride.
Internalize the "in's"
    between shutters of your sight,
    between the breadth of each breath,

            Changing spaces in-between each repeatable thought
            So predictable – so predictable!

When you appreciate the power of the slow,
Steadily building to ecstasy,
    instead of exploding for naught,

        CAN you attain the wisdom of the delay & not the GO?

Quivering, shivering, arrested, then hold!  Looking deep in your beloved's eyes,
Boldly slowed *&* detained,

Adjust the pressure, linger
                 and be held up, bringing untold delight
                with teasing tips of fingers,

                    Relish and luxuriate in your kingdom
                    Realize restraint, suspend the lust,
    
                    As  You  Breathe  And  Are  Brought

Back to LIFE and its import,
   Upon changing the pattern of dreams & your effort,
        Imagine how more satisfying the outcome would become
        Should you dedicate for play the same magnitudes of THRUST?

          To capture the unattainable,
      To answer to the unanswerable,
      To summarize the unsurpassable,
Stop
   and feel the glow from relentless strife upon the gas pedal,
Chill.

Slow the gears on overdrive –

I tell you now though you speed through words
   and tear through these syllables –

That there's a mystery of silence
Between these letters
   which stream seamlessly through your eyes,

Firing  lightening  synapses,  incendiary  electric  impulses
      create  thoughts
   to reign on endless fields
      of steaming mindscapes of your brain,

This ceaseless mystery
Occurs right now as you stop

And FAIL to repeat the pattern


    You have repeated again and again

                A g a i n    and    a g a i n.

                  again&again

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