Don’t do more, hide less.
Transparency is forthright
but goes with the flow.
Embrace change, and allow it
to be different than you thought:
surprise, you will not be
painting outside this afternoon.
Stop outlining. Progress pirouettes,
and pivots on a dime, supple and agile,
not just ploddingly focused forward.
Let the rain pour down on your plans.
Relax into the poetry
of dry earth quenching its thirst.
Be unabashed, unhurried,
able to simply listen with no agenda.
Be meanderingly happy;
content if the story takes a detour,
or diverges the long way around.
Only good can go on, so there’s
no reason to be impatient with passivity,
just savor each morsel of life as it comes.
Know, feel, and embrace the expanse,
and serve better by erasing
obstruction and artifice.
Shine your unselfed better self
and bolster others
with your derived
strength and clarity.
Remove every hurt or deception
with your minuscule
grain of mustard seed faith
moving mountainous impediments
by sending them slinking off,
tail between their legs, ashamed.
All while sitting in this rocking chair,
watching the water gushing in rivulets,
drumming out a palliative cadence,
soothing and serenading every heart here
with rounds in three part harmony,
in a repeating refrain
full of friendship,
restitution, and joy.
by Polly Castor