Gentle Mind

We know nothing of the world that arises
with the lazy sun, the dawn that leaps
forth from the bottom of a twilight pond.
We only know the mental abstractions we slather
and smear over every new day.
The stark world, the one that always divests
itself of its old clothing, will forever remain
beyond the reach of the needy hands of thought.
What we think of the world is only an internalized
echo of a world that once was.

To wake each day and imbibe the potion
of wonder is to strip down naked and let the wild in.
To wake each day and imbibe the potion of habit
is the close the blinders on this mutating,
transformative power we call "Life".
The choice is ours.
The grand book wherein we write ourselves into
existence will eventually be replete with a tangle
of choices.
The wrong ones are chains.
The right ones are wings.

The planet is a carnival of perspectives
and perceptions.
I see this now.
As clear as day.
This is why we must be prudent
when it comes to the language we
share with others.
A maligned language can inject the ebola
virus into the right arm of the Gaian body.
A few harsh words here and there takes an ax to
the World Tree.

I support the Gentle Mind,
the one that drinks that wondrous
potion every morning.
It is the one that becomes that dawn every morning.
It is the one that outruns all of our sluggish, heavy
thoughts.
It is the one that truly feels the Pulse of Life.