nothing can happen nothing can change
the morning will always be
the blast of the train before it blocks the road
and the crows sharpening their gaze
remember how heavy time hung in the air
in the hot afternoon of childhood
moments dripping like limp leaves from the mimosa tree
disappearing faster than that one cicada brood
every labored breath took me forward
every fall a type of momentum
early lessons that any route leads somewhere
even for the dead
How to find a still mind?
Try being aware of movement,
The ever-flowing change that is always occurring.
Take the body, for example.
Even in the midst of the deepest meditation or dreamless state,
There are infinite shifts taking place.
Cells replace themselves; breath moves in and out; the heart beats; and so on.
Similar processes happen across the physical world,
From the most minute particles all the way to vaster aspects of slow relentless geologic change.
Accepting this impermanence with equanimity
And relinquishing the notion that this will stop in any way
Provides a space to relax and rest with a sense of ease.
This will also evolve but observe with detachment.
Nothing (and everything) lasts forever. This need not cause suffering.
Find the path to peace and joy.
Do I sit here in quietness and contemplation?
I can do that, yes.
But right now I want to MOVE!
I hear the music and the beat,
And my body says dance, dance, dance
While you’ve got this chance, chance, chance.
And I feel the joy and the laughter
All around me in the songs
Healing all the wrongs
(Not just mine but the world’s)
I want to explode with wonder.
