Thursday, March 3, 2016

Hold it.

Worldly suffering floats among us
It spirits
From cave to canyon
Randomly lighting 
when in need of attention
From time to time with the moonlight it seeps through a crack in the plaster 
And then I know it's my turn to hold it
My turn to watch it, attend for a while
So that another in this world 
might have a 
And perhaps the more 
toward it 
the better all around
Better to not quickly wish it away 
when it leaves me it will light on another 
To suffer
and there's no rush for that