A Windy Day
Since the mind is unsteady, turbulent, obstinate and very strong,
controlling the mind is more difficult than controlling the wind."
(Bhagavad Gita 6:34)
Putting a parka on he hooded himself and walked into the beating rain
heading for the journey out he felt wild crazy and insane
life had sent him in a new direction
leaving him bereft at mid section
some higher power had him circling his fears and he missed the train?
Wind whipped his face, tears stung his cheek
he couldn't remember the last time he felt so weak
Try as he may he could not stop the shaking, had he missed the plane?
a long forgotten voice made its way home to him, like a friend
you are only thirty five years old, this does not have to be the end
so he sat on a park bench and prayed for his mind to calm
Right then and there in the water a beautiful white swan,
gliding in the most graceful way,
paddling as hard as it could without, nothing to say...
June 24, 2021
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021
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