Drawn: Pulled in Many Directions

In the quiet space
In between races,
Soaking up the solitude,
Feeling safe and calm,

These days fly along,
So I lose track,
Mixing up Days
And stuff like that.

Hot and cold,
Spring-like,
Coming along,
Seeking it’s own rhythm,

So I drink in
This rare interlude,
Before the next run
At all that needs to be done;

There’s a time for energy
And another for serenity
Or perhaps they can meet
One within the other;

Indeed this makes sense,
For how can they be apart?
To feel one,
One must know the other

Tranquil vigour
Infuses everything,
Even when
We’re one-sided,

Our perspective
Somehow seems to exclude,
Not sure how that works
Or what’s its purpose.

Drawback: Returned to Patient Application of Effort

The other shoe
Has dropped once more,
As lack of sleep
From unknown cause

But no worries
Because this too is spontaneous
And as it has arisen
So it shall pass through,

Meanwhile,
Patience is overdue
For another spin
To settle in,

Watching the breath
And its assorted companions
As they flit about
Playfully,

Like fireflies
On a hot night
Reveling in
Their brief existence,

While I
(Whoever that may be)
Observes with fascination
The unfolding game,

Never the same
But still a consistent pattern,
Light and dark,
Life and death,

Up and down,
Outward and inward bound,
Running and stopping in place,
Always eager for the chase
And the quiet space in between.

Dozing: Resting in Activity

Drifting off
To sleep
But felt cold in the toes
And Aching arthritic feet;

Tried metta,
Tried wiggling
And ankle circles,
Leg shaking and rolling

But I needed to keep going
To make the heat return,
This vigorous occupation
Continued because it’s voluntary,

Caring spontaneously
Because it doesn’t have to be,
There’s no particular reason
For anything and so here it is,

Free flowing
And generous,
Inexhaustible
And endless,

Then the warmth percolated,
The blood vessels opening
In response to the stimulation,
The comfort returning

And so, the effort let go,
Replaced by enjoyment of
The pleasant results;
Finally, just on the way to sleep,

Lying and floating in
Nothing doing
And yet everything doing,
Forgetting all,
Until the morning.