“Permanent Impermanence”
Expand with the Universe, and all will work in favor...
A thought. No doubt. One person, down.
Stay. It’s okay, at the merry-go-round.
I, “myself,” compel, excel, to the lost and found.
Safety. Concern. It’s all okay.
Thank you, really.
Have you somewhere to live free, today?
Floating on. Skimming past.
A scrunch. A push. Free at last.
A strideful; Prideful?; release toward, there.
A dip. A slip, unto contraire.
‘Thou accomplish thy mental feat.’ Decisions pend.
Gliding toward a thorough mend.
Approach. Aaapproach. A seed had been planted.
Discover. Check; yourself. Permission granted.
Grass on legs. Hurry-floating through.
Uncharted land – the air, too.
Restless, sitting. ‘Give it a try.’
Closer. Closer. The helicopters fly.
Up come the soldiers, a bitin’ what’re called the feet
A heed, hurry-float. This leg is complete.
A dash. Splash! Floating. Perplexed.
Not ready. Be steady. Round to the, next?
Landing. Standing. Sitting, again.
Outward. Inward.
Breathe, ol’ friend.
Up again come the soldiers; a pinch. It’s ‘wrong.’
Wake up. Move on. Don’t hold on for, too long.
Hold that tree. Test it. You’ll see it’s just me.
Grab onto safety. Your lesson: Soon; you will see.
Leaning. Well-meaning. A pull of en-er-gy.
Floating. ‘Helping.’ Familiarity. Snug.
Impermanence. Absorb.
Before the Universe tugs on the rug.
Holding. Touching. Squeezing. It’s, here?
To let go? A slip-flip. What?” Fear?
Push off. Catch up. It’s seen; groan.
Let go of what’s holding you back from your home.
Patterns: Scattered; splattered.
A final push-off. Good Bye.
Wreathe. Bend. You’re on a new high.
Free at last, bobbing; surprised – that was fast.
The space grows. Yet, reverence lasts!
Oh! There you are, ol’ friend in the distance.
One final smile; just for awhile. I’m holding……
Accepting. Swimming, with nearly no resistance.
You had to go – to grow; I now know.
Let us meet up at the centers’ rainbow.
And we’ll never know what would, should, could have been.
All that’s known is you’ll always be my friend.
Accepting. Living, a new pride; a new stride.
Let’s put all that hinders our spirit aside.
Learning ‘life’ – channeled through bamboo.
This really is all just for, You.
Impermanence. Fine. Yet know, that I will always; always; love; love, you.
©Jeff Warner 2010
Jeff, you are awesome.
Please take care and stay on your journey. It doesn’t end until they throw the dirt in your face, according to my 78 year-old mom.
Thank you, Pam. Your words cooked up a warm, appreciative laugh…
Thank you, Jeff. It’s beautiful..