Return to the center.
Return to the task.
We're only as rich as our ability to relax.
To reveal the truth, it's mere seconds
Which place us into jeopardy
or ease us into grace.
So what's the rush?
Microseconds
Which foretell
Our easy placement to fortunate connections
Making our life close to blissful heaven on earth,
or shaking us to unmitigated hell.
The most tiny of margins --
To break us to pieces in seeming "accidents"
Or apply the brakes in gracious time which keep us whole.
Are you crying for joy or weeping with disrepair?
To look beyond the veil, mechanics can be broken down.
...yet that which is immortal
...and lasting
...is supported in sound.
Sound mind, sound heart,
Wisdom soundly sung and shouted to the rafters!
Oh my God, it seems few souls can be
Completely shattered, and yet
We all have been seduced and flattered,
distracted
To roads not truly ours,
To paths
We'd wished
We'd reconsidered long ago.
Hark, who's that stranger up ahead?
What strange beings are these automatons we've become? You'd laugh --
Were I to share
Untold energies spent
To lessen the wrath of fate
From acts ill chosen, costly mistakes
Where, in fact,
Split seconds were all it took --
To be reduced by temptation handsome
Or induced by shapely siren footloose ...
So easy to be attracted,
to rationalize again
The lightening quickening of impulses,
The loveliness of tongue on skin ... Praising my momentary name
to the amnesia of tomorrow ... Hastily forgotten
That drench of regretful sin
that pungent pang of sorrow,
Embraced
by strangers
only to satiate
A lonely pit,
A friendly ache.
So what's the rush again, my friend? ...Come again?
No artful moves upon wheels of fate
Can save us from corrupted deals throttled at their core,
or veer
to safety lanes
Now vanished, should we accelerate,
Flooring metal to the pedal, yet losing insight to blessed shores.
Now we cohabit
in places unrefined, sharing
Rusted halls of humanity
with denizens
We've left behind.
What interior decorators could we hire
When inner furnishings are so unsparing
to that which we'd wished we had aspired?
I fear this refuge
Where most of us dwell
Is far from great.
It has lost its blush.
Its sweetness,
Where in vigorous youth
it seemed to do no wrong
no matter who it touched
Now confesses, sharing cramped and querulous time
With fellow
Human races
To cross some irritated and invisible line. Which no longer exists!
It has been erased
By this magical mystery detour,
This crowded caravan
We share with untold others
Seeking solace,
Yearning for peace,
Praying for silence sacred
While talentless harpies shriek.
What say you now, my automated friend?
Was knowledge worth green apples of experience?
Historical raggedness, turn now to this miracle map
I gladly peel and present
to make you fully aware.
Wash and unfold,
Reveal this deceptive secret
Disguised by sages wise
and ornery oracles ancient.
Across the centuries
Across unending travel,
Yearn to learn,
Seek to unravel
Where your awareness in actuality resides,
Close to the dissatisfaction of your talkative mind --
Enter now to this perfect space
By slowing virtual haste
of your impatient decisions ...
Do I hear derision? An undignified snort?
Effortless attention,
Leaps of faith
Across that gap of hesitation,
Bridging every delay well screwed
through impervious procrastination.
There is still time. In perfect increments!
Nothing lost! Precious divisions of eternity now made whole
Now recaptured, now returned, now enraptured.
Your expression sublime
In momentary time,
yet absolute grace.
Tiniest of seconds,
Smallest,
Most minute of distances
To make vast strides to hidden treasure
Located on your synapse'd map,
A space so small
It exists only as you redefine.
See the sutures of experience? Cracks from being a wise ass?
...Enter now
...Redraw the invisible line(!)
Right before you contained in this moment all along.
Cross towards the infinite, return to total knowing,
Review complete being,
Reconsider gentle growing,
Reexamine implicit trust
In less forceful actions,
Silent alliance,
Attention not anxious.
You're only as rich as your ability to relax ...
To unveil the truth,
It is mere seconds
Which can heal
the tears,
Seal the graft,
Realign your journey
and utter hymns and hosanna's of wisdom,
Singing to the center of directions,
Returning lost treasures to your feet:
Return clear directions to your lap.
