A short Prayer Poem

I feel

I AM

Making great progress these days

In managing to bring peace

With – in my Self-acceptance.

It's all too easy to dismiss

the queasy feelings and miss

the distress signal sirens sounding

saying “stop, and feel for a moment”.

The mind is plugged

into the outer-world-view

Over looking the present,

seeking to know the future tense.

Like a man who is always working,

careering along rail-road tracks,

but has no real home creature comforts,

no real loving relationships to care for.

The mind is a self-perpetuating hamster-wheel

The body is treated as a hamster, or perhaps a dumpster.

In this modern western world-economic-forum

there is no time with which to rest in peace.

Un-less, one makes time, to tune-in

for even one deep breath and a sigh.

For a moment to feel how tightly wound

the Breath has become so shallow.

The outer world would have us believe

that time is money, that there is no time to spare,

to take a breath and feel the sunlight upon skin,

to make sense of being alive.

If we are by-passing our own life-times

in order to sell our time to “make money”,

then perhaps, Life has lost its true Value.