Listen
A Poem
The chimes ring out with a
gentle sound, a reminder
of what is here and
What Is
now
the challenge, to accept
the What Is,
vanquishes more brave souls
than any battle of old
isn’t it the way of things
that we refuse to
alter course
unless we are faced with
the insufferable
blade edge? and
even so, pain may not be
enough to open
our hearts!
if I could be like the wind
and move and breathe
with no judgement of
what is, I believe
I would be free
perhaps I continue
to suppose, if I
try just a bit harder, if I
arrange my words just so,
then you will consider,
and change your
ways,
and then I will be