As I watch bubbles trickle
from the flow of this stream,
I see them become
formless in their dissipation
and take it as an answer
from the world that
we are imbued
in a chaotic formation:
showing that all is in flux,
all is fickle
and it opens me up
to the openness of love

I am not here to question
the reflex of my thoughts,
I am merely a child of the earth,
learning how to break through
endless resistance
to cycles that can’t be bought
because nature is
a wild mistress;
her message is everything
and nothing, without regret

She bears the fruit and the pain
so I’ll give up on control
and instead believe
that every instance
is right on time
and the sufferance
is only in my mind

I have no hold
over anyone or anything
except the adaptability
to look within and find presence,
and only when it remains
will I be set free
from desires that threaten
a humble existence