Working for Rest

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Free are those that find rest in glee.
Motion is the way to be.
Deriving comfort from continual busyness,
Perpetuating a cycle of familiar dizziness.
Resist the urge to sit still
Out of fear of missing our fill.
Leaving a craving for our next meal.
Though the motion of this cyclical wheel,
Fuels our striving toward a paradoxical ideal:
A simple wish to finally feel still.

Musings of Apathy

When we breathe, do we ponder the air?
Do we live our lives guided by what we deem to be fair?
Or, are we simply bound by what we determine is worth our care?

Keep the mind in restless motion
And all the world’s constant commotion
Will fail to evoke a single authentic emotion.

Desensitize pain
And pleasure will also wane.
Focus attention on what will be gained
And refrain from reflecting on what still remains.

Seizing Peace

Remember me when I have fallen.
Hear me as I’m calling.

Control this space to interject your grace,
For I desire to know your face.

Allow me to finish this race
while running the perfect pace.

Unshackle me from the weight of these bones,
Comfort me into embracing the unknown.

A Reflection of Perception

Kneel in a sacred bow.
Perplexed by pondering all the hows.
Forget your neighbors’ furrowed brow.
Let go of everything that is not now.
Allow the stillness of the present to endow.

To recognize –
To believe –
How do I quantify my relief?

Perceive and report requires me to convert;
But, how to convey,
using words to say,
the reality of my mind as I pray?