Running in a breeze
Of tulip smells
And dandelion colours
All adrift
In a sea of
Be ing

Isn’t it funny
Or interesting
That
In the time it takes
To type these words
I have a quijullion  poems
Running in
My head
How do I capture
The intellect
When it’s running
Like the wind

Catching my thoughts
My experiences
My everything
On paper
And paper no longer
Exists
And time
Doesn’t stand still
And I
Am all
I’m meant to be
in this time
so
why am I
still
running

Breathe
In
Breathe
Out
Slow
Down
Breathe
In
Breathe
Out
Awwww
Ahh­hhhh
Trying so hard
To slow down
Trying to stop
The running
In my head
Trying so hard
To be in this world
And
If it’s supposed to be
An effortless effort
Then
Why
Is
It
So
HARD

Time to take a breath
And enjoy
All that life
Has provided
Slow down
I tell
My body
My heart
And my soul
Slow down
And smell the roses
and those are only words
for
i
can't
slow
down

Slow down
Mind
Help me to see
And understand
What you are trying to say
I can’t reach into
The depths of my mind
When it is flowing
At such a fast pace
How do I capture
This life
That is mine
Or meant to be
When I CAN’T
SLOW
DOWN

An envelope filled with tulips
Painted as an image of life
On canvas with brush
And all I see
Is an empty canvas