If I oppose the moment,
with some thought about yesterday.
Flying over Now to get someplace else.
Where have I misplaced that peace?
Nothing is to be found in fixing, dreaming, improving.
Only here can I rest or resist.
Mind content holds all that manifests.
Unfolding secretly, to those who have their own ideas.
Openly, to those with curious hearts.
Opposition sustains me.
It runs full out, often enough.
Kidnapped, swept away, transfixed.
Then something takes a hand. Decoupled.
Slowly leads me from the wild dancing to a chair.
Laughing. Where is the external really?
Over the high walls we are so fond of?
Under substantial platforms?
Clever words can leave faint smiles,
But behind that, it’s wide open.
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