One Line Poem #6

Before you roll out the story of why life is as it is, just notice that it is.

Sing

A song has no cause known.
Who cares how it ends?
Love that roll of soft flesh about your middle.
Trust that it has its own devise.
Be kind to those thoughts that displease you.
They have a short life.
Don't worry about where to go.
You will.

Take In

Bring a torrential wave of new ideas, impulses and movements.
Let them play themselves out. No need to lead.
Better it seems if a micro moment brings the stillness.
Notice the unchanging eyes, not mine, that takes in this pure motion.
Peer around what seems to be a solid storyline.
Watch it vanish in a snap of the finger,
when my head moves an inch this way.
The whole scene shifts and another story pushes its way through.
All these pushy vibrations want top billing.
OK, for awhile, then the bubble bursts.
There is only the slight sensation of bubble drops.

Humility

Humility is....
Noticing that you are a bit of flotsam in the rushing energy of the day.
That a call for honesty will come and you will take it, and nothing is the worse for it.
Letting go and sinking into the forward motion of thought, feelings, weather and time.
Noticing that you didn't know you would be here, didn't know you would say or do that particular thing, didn't even know that this life would be here when waking.

The New

When a rushing sound is heard.
The energy of everyday movement is flowing.
The next thought streams.
Action.
A new career? A new way of eating?
A class or just slowing down?
The basis of all flow operates through this portal,
As for any other.
No sense of initiating, but rather, passenger like watching.
First this book, then that meeting.
Next day, it's cool and the wind blows too.