I often feel this:
Earth would be much happier
if we all simply slowed down a bit
at least enough to take care of ourselves
mentally, spiritually, emotionally, and physically.
To me it seems that often what keeps us from slowing down
is our attachment to the passage of time.
once, i was asked to be ready at 3
in a somewhat stressful way
and this poem came out
Writing it helped me to lessen my mental attachment to time a bit more, and remember that where I am is where I am, not where I should be, or where I have been.
And then,
when you really are where you are
you become aware.
And being aware is very useful.
So
here is a poem
about being
called
ready by "3"
when you said
“be ready by 3”
i had to wonder why
for here i see
sweet birds, so free
flying in the sky
below
i ponder
are they not
simply where they are?
following the rhythm
of a clockwork set by stars
for me
“3” is just a piece
of a funny numbers game
a game where players
have to stay
in funny number lanes
but i am tired
of playing that game
“3” (though useful)
is always the same
give me
instead
the time to be
instead of the stress
of “be ready by 3”
following rhythms
held loose in my hands
a life led by soil
glad as i am
only then
i’ll know fully
what it means
to be
as birds fly through the sky
so will i live effortlessly
seeing
“3”
all along
was keeping
me
from
me