May 28, 2010 22:49
My breath of calm and fear
7 is the first measure, the easiest to see.
You have your favorite beats,
though to me they seem the same,
sad goals of money, power and fame.
60 is the second measure, running quick and slow,
But it seems all of a sudden,
That you can control the blow by blow.
365 is the third measure, it seems extended, short,
But most of all it is only seen if you waste and spend,
No manner in your mind, no etiquette of time,
Give up to the river bend, and be the river in every drop.
You are not a stone to lie, still and motionless as past,
but are the present melding everything into a single path.
So breathe my cherry, breathe, relax at your liquid self.
Just because you're the water doesn't mean you can't survive,
it only means that you go on with time.
And never never stop.
_Ang
truth,
poem,
fear