I often struggle to find calm within a storm
Counting seconds rather than moments.
When the days escape me
without having accomplished
perfection.
But what is perfection?
Are not leaves perfect
as they sway listlessly
on 'bowed branches...
What encourages their movements?
What cause them to melodically
rock back and forth
so gently between the seconds?
The leaves dance with the sunlight
creating patterns on the grass
of an artistic endeavor
mere mortals aspire to.
Leaves in their pristine perfection
angled and edged on a subtle attachment
to the tree bark
as if to say:
I am here but not here.
If only I could find serenity
in a moments anguish,
Delighting in the turbulence
trusting in the calm that follows.
As the leaf, that parries on a spindle
without a second thought or guess
into attachment
or letting go.
Counting seconds rather than moments.
When the days escape me
without having accomplished
perfection.
But what is perfection?
Are not leaves perfect
as they sway listlessly
on 'bowed branches...
What encourages their movements?
What cause them to melodically
rock back and forth
so gently between the seconds?
The leaves dance with the sunlight
creating patterns on the grass
of an artistic endeavor
mere mortals aspire to.
Leaves in their pristine perfection
angled and edged on a subtle attachment
to the tree bark
as if to say:
I am here but not here.
If only I could find serenity
in a moments anguish,
Delighting in the turbulence
trusting in the calm that follows.
As the leaf, that parries on a spindle
without a second thought or guess
into attachment
or letting go.
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