The Broken Swing
Broken swings did not anticipate their demise—
Why should you? Keep swinging into the
Night without thought of tomorrow, hold
Onto nothing, fall through. The song is bound
To turn you. Every mystic waits for
That drunken stumble home after a
night of lovemaking with the unnameable.
Here is the wine they sip on:
Why be more when you could be less?
Ponder this. It makes no sense. That is
When freedom usually opens.
Break the clocks now, friend. There is no
Time to wait. Patience is one thing. Lack
Of presence another. So fire openly from
Your true center & remember the
Eternal promise inside of you before
The dream of an outside is believed.
Spin out of control inside the pool of unknowing,
Allow your passion to sip that juice.
Misbehave by keeping quiet there
until the eyes shed.
It is not too late.