Fantastic: Recovery Mode

My mind is slowly clearing
After years of cluttering,
Of stress-filled days
And busy nights

This is the first September
That I remember
When I wasn't
Toiling away

I've long imagined
Such a time,
Looked for and wondered
When and what that would be like

And now here I am
Soaking up the scenery,
Observing and absorbing
With astonishment and pride

Experiencing that which
I worked as long for,
Resting in it
And Just plain resting!

Noticing my thoughts
That based on the slowed pace
Are so much more ordered
And obvious

Thinking unclogging,
Creative pores opening
Experimenting on improving
All my efforts

With all attention and energy available
To bring to this endeavour
and any others
That I may undertake

Fallible: When Fast is Slow

Soft boiled eggs
When cracked open for eating
Can make a mess
By running all over

Rushing through breakfast
Because I'm late
But speeding up does not help
In fact, creating this mess to clean up!

Mind you, this egg-yellow run
Happens quite often
and yet I've never known
Just how it's done

Nor do I comprehend why it occurs
Some days
But others
It does not

But today
I suddenly had an idea:
Why not wait a bit?
After cracking each egg, leave the cap on

Because then, I reasoned,
Heat will harden
The soft inside
And when unlidded the contents won't run

Thus, after cracking the shell
With a knife, I waited;
(But not sure what I did while I waited
Because I went to the compute afterwards
And found a virus)

How frequently this happens:
When I'm on the go
That I try to speed up
And my fast is slow

Fall To: Keep Moving

The Fibro-attack returns
And, oh, how my chest burns!
My shoulders ache,
Restlessness, despair and fear overtake

The changing winds
Catch me in their wake
And I am knocked over
By the pounding of the waves

I tried meditation, yoga, walking and resting,
Devotional practice and chanting
But finally, at wits end, switched to
Tylenol 3, obtaining some relief

Still, when I tried to read
The tears surfaced,
From somewhere, unbidden,
As if the story touched a nerve

Not entirely sure
What that's all about
But then found help
In direct pointing to neither here nor not

In this place I found temporary respite
But had to get up and do some work,
which broke the spell somewhat
Nevertheless leading to some new insights

Impermanence makes
All good things precious;
In the flow
We watch and slip away,

Enjoying
The fleeting contact
All the more
And waving goodbye