At the edge of the constant precipice
the balancing act must be effortless
A shift by the will works only until
attention can slip in the breathlessness
Fickle's the point of our focus
but only until we do notice
even in moment held lightly
the thiefs hand need move only slightly
But any fall lasts only as long
as we are bemused by that tangled song
distractions sound and the spinning around
fade back into silence from whence they did sound
The notes of the song can come sweetly
beckoning toward slumber completely
leave the good with the bad
so that space might be had
and the edge balanced ever repeatedly
Leave any notion of progress or motion
of anything to be attained,
At the base of the road
take a breath and unload
throw the maps and the nets to the rain.
Smile at the thought
that a fall might be caught
there's no price to a moment
no thing to be bought
Instead let the play spin in gentleness
dissolution arrives with relentlessness.
No wisdom or lore it all falls by the shore,
of a vision fixed ever on endlessness