Visiting streets
and rivers that seem
never to end.
Waiting for winter
to whip its way into life.
Telling yourself that hardships
are stretching everywhere.
And over analyzing what
the world calls knowledge.
Then….
Letting the self-go.
Towards a more common-flow.
Knowing that from
dead tree streets there
will be many dead ends.
Reducing desire and attachment.
And watching the yellow and pink
lotus flowers flood the city streets.
What shall be at
the center of your being?