Life

Life 8/15/2014

A hot fresh pile of ick

built up in me

swirls of fear smeared in change

transitions like the hues

of leaves

hints of loss

pigmentation rolls off

looks pretty

and signals a shift

falling away

future foliage and then

nudity

the trees revealed

fear is hope...

hope is fear’s inverse

I hope I’ll be okay

afraid I’ll be abandoned

urges to run observed

and roots wearing thin

hold me in place,

(I hope)

grounded in the fact of change

feeling strong emotions

meditative Garuda determines to

never get hooked by this

but I am hooked

strong emotion locks my mind’s inner gaze

clouding judgement of

whats love and what’s attachment

I know there’s a difference

I call on courage of presence

to unhook myself

like the tiger

I walk with grounded impeccability

discerning my next step

and compassionately seeing the truth of others

by first turning love in

and like the mountain lion

I leap light

from top to top

buoyant buoy floating with youth

Except when heavy with anger

These animals sometimes leave my nature

Human again and flawed

its hope’s inversion

that swerves the proverbial

life raft to flip or sink or hit land

Fluid in the river of life

a goal lofty in these moments of

losing my animal control

But back to the vinyasa krama

the wise sequence of living

After patching up the holes

and setting on down the river

from seed to ash

a graceful interim called life