magoski
and then I find this ... jsut as I am running out of time. My equanimity
so near
"we don't run out of time", says the rabbit, "we just
sometimes
take time with us." And in this 'theft', time seems to stop.
Tell me then,
what happens,
if
I let go,
with time and it runs away from me
leaving me standing
alone
Surround
Retreat
Alone
are the wings of
my desire
in the shadows
under the moon tree
burying my head to avoid the fire
I cannot see
what I choose not to be