Time is a wheel
and we are on it.
We are on it.
the delicacy of this motion.
For it is not with a gusting
nor with a bustling, hustling fervor
It is the pure spin of a blue jay’s wing,
It is a bird, frozen in time,
yet soaring forward
as we all tend to do.
As we all tend to do.
My heart is the sunrise—
My palms are the sunset—
to close and bless the day.
Who could have guessed such joy?
To inhabit a body.
To wake up from a dream.
in a cup of tea.
in a plate of olives.
can be yours…the unblinking reality
of ecstasy at dawn.
Loves, let’s herald the morning;
let’s bow with a mouthful of bread.
When my mind is racing, breathe.
When my heart is pounding, breathe.
When my spirit is breaking, breathe.
When my mind is doubting, breathe.
When my heart is sinking, breathe.
When my spirit is flagging, breathe.
When my mind is collapsing, breathe.
When my heart is exploding, breathe.
When my spirit is suffering, breathe.
When the world seems total shit, breathe.
When one more minute
seems one more minute too many, breathe.
When I want to scream and cry.
every damned thing,
seems horribly wrong, breathe.