I sit

I sit.

My heart racing, my mind pacing

Back and forth,

…I sit, early morning

Repeating thoughts, speeding thoughts

Defeating the knots that I’m so desperately needing

To make this story…

An ungraspable, intangible, unimaginable, unfathomable

…story

Yet, I sit.

Still, I’m facing,

Reality.

Racing to finality trying to find actuality in destiny

An entity trapped inside an identity

Realizing and empathizing with the fragility

Of everything.

I sit.

Wondering.

Pondering.

Realizing,

That we cling to every single thing,

Our wings trapped beneath straps which are attached to…

…no thing.

Still we act and re-act the play,

Composing, imposing routine day by day

Until a string,

Slowly begins to unravel and fray,

As we bring to life the epic play,

With the sting of strife and the harshness of life

We fight with a diamond tipped knife

Reflecting our inner bright clear white light

Defending our right, our freedom to flight

Whether be it a clear blue sky or moonlit night

We stop asking why because our answer would be an outright

“Why not?”

And now the world is paradoxical,

And as unorthodox as this paradox is

There is a path, a way, some rubble, a bend

We are asked to stay, to muddle or ascend

And we say to life we will stay upright until the bitter bitter-sweet end

Now I contend and recommend stopping to fend and defend

Our now apprehended mystery

And begin to tie up all those loose ends

Of our future, our history.

But this, here, now, all depends

On whether or not you can comprehend

And see the portended, extended, and transcendent

Bend in the story, the glory of being descended

From every single thing that's all so interdependent

And just how when brought together it all fits

And thoughts, I, you, we me are just a tether...

I see now.

The way, the Tao

Still,

...I sit.

-JGG