Be Present

Be present

For these tea leaves only ever have a single first steep

And their flavors will drift past your nose but once

Yet be wary

For the dangers of clinging can ravish any simple pleasure

Run fast

And feel the ground shock through your whole system as the legs pound this muddy dirt

Sense the euphoria of discipline build

Yet be wary

For all will crumble, and these easy releases of tension can't support our sorrows

Sing softly

And allow the ruckus, rolling current of life to wash through you

As the heart breaks open

And be not afraid

Of a love that asks for nothing

But gives freely

Yet, Be wary

For once it comes

You can't serve any other master

And all wonder must be gained from its pulsations

The pressurized blood flow of vitality that comes when we surrender all of our actions to a force we cannot know

But are, in fact, a delicate piece of

Now this paradox I cannot express

But the poets of all ages dream to do so

How, I wonder, are we to become love?

For I know not how

But this is the question

which must be answered