Pace

Slow
Near stillness
Water, boat, floating I
Everything passing by
Zooming, zipping, overtaking
As if in a hurry to see everything
consume every bit, before it dies
Should I be worried, am I missing the boat
while being in one, world gloats,
worthless possessions, in my eyes,
heart sighs, keep looking for questions!

Race

Hare, turtle, young and old
Slim, fast, fat and slow
Don’t you rush, rather hush hush
Let it flow, let it flow
Take you aim, fire at will
Take them out, blow by blow
Sapiens with courage, stop at nothing
Others scream, in voices hollow

Priorities

If life is a race
to the top
you realise
conceptualise

doesn’t really matter
how much you stall
at the end you fall
Gravity pulls hard

all what ultimately
logically, if unwilling then
sometimes tragically
belongs to earth’s bosom

pick a colour
from soul’s prism
as long as it has love
humility and care

take your time, dig deep
for a perfect spot
to lie in loving,
embrace of our mother