Dream: Reveling in the Seeing

Nothing original
But everything new,
From a certain point of view,
And yet nothing can be gained,

It’s always the same,
Until we forget
And examining simplicity
Are filled with glee,

The swirl of tea
In the mug,
The pattern of the sunlight
On the carpet;

These marvels
Appear and disappear,
Leaving no trace,
No aftertaste;

Looking at the shadow
Made by the pen in hand
And the hand,
Gliding across the paper,

Where this really comes from,
No science can explain
This subjective dream
As it too is part of the scheme,

The endless game
Of here and not here,
Gone in a heartbeat
And back in a flash,

Never imagining
I’d see it this way
And yet
Somehow,
Always knowing it.

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.