Friday, January 4, 2019

APPRECIATION



There's no direction in space
Far away stars are already extinguished
There's light from a past
Traveling to the perceiver
Trees stand, they don't walk
They are relatively quiet
So listen
Wind and speed disrupt
To the point of death
Dharma pierces sleepiness
Suddenly, sometimes uncomfortably one is awakened
Anxiety is a constricted state of mind
Where joy and delight wait
For the migraine of fear to subside, and open space
Where appreciation can enter