SIT

"....and the sun poured in like butterscotch....." Joni Mitchell





to watch and slow the torrent of thought
might dissolve the tyrant of ought.

entering the kingdom of now,
we sense sweet bliss of wow
wow wow
wow wow..
wow wow.

in this moment no need
for answers or questions
of how.

to sit open and still,
ever simple, never easy,
joy's road, a trek
taken
often alone --
not for the lazy
nor queasy.