under water
past/post reflection
inflection points
riptide surface
calm at the depths
triangulated circle
welcomes the lotus
just one breath of synchronicity
to let me know that karma
still has a hold of the tail/tale
and I would let go
of all these worries
if I only knew
where to store them instead
and the anxious barrels
of fear by weight
cling to soft feathers
while heart begs to scale
go peck at straw
and gather acorns
the season turns by nature
and waits for no man
whose head is caught
in a web of doubt
while the experiences flash
in glory all around
drooling at the simulation’s screen
licking lips
slashing chains
exorcising masochism
making fruitful gains
