Space cluttered, time pressed

Space cluttered, time pressed

Space cluttered, time pressed
We push against the grain of knowing
That remains.
Our discomfort;
The distant gnawing ache
Vague and returning
Jostles, reminding
Like grit between the teeth,
That will not let us rest
Till we attend it

Till we look, feel, find, and
In time dissolve
The obstruction.
Who do we, and what do we
Choose to serve,
The dark in our
Ignore-ance of what whispers
Then shouts,
Pushed down again
As we dampen and deaden our senses

Or shall we slow down,
Stop even.
Turn to face,
Look and listen intently,
Feel more keenly
The grit that bites.
That unattended, nestles deep,
To spread and grow
A more sinister invasion,
Far from the music of being.

Brave one step out of well trodden
The wave of grasping greed,
Of rush and push and speed,
We each have to
Find our way back,
Our own way,
According to the story of our life,
Our experience and
Conditioning,
There is a bright fresh path…..