CHOICE POINT

The bright afternoon sun

gently taps my shoulder

invites me to sit down

get still

be filled

with one small piece of the peace that

passes all understanding

But

my monkey mind keeps demanding

his right to keep

making plans for

a more perfect future

someday

somewhere

anywhere

but

here and now

Resisting the concept of rest

it insists on

wandering restlessly through the hills

and valleys of old memories,

then go back to making

long

lists

of

all the things that still need to be done:

1.

2.

3.

4.

in order to secure the fort against

the many changes and strangers

approaching from all sides

How it longs to hide,

to lock the door

pace the floor

build new fences

make more sense of everything,

to do anything

but

sit still

inside

this moment

this silent embrace

this whispered voice

this one choice.

With blessings,

     Rudi