Trouble now
however subtle
within ourselves, mirrored in the world, whether we see it, or no.
every moment, a subtle pull, an urge for a scratch
intimate with life and being
vanished momentarily by a kiss, a wonder, a gift
later returning
Distraction calls a sirens call away from now, this moment.
Anger flares reality intrudes against pleasure and control,
only to fall victim to itself and extinguished.
the self, forever arising like the sun bringing movement and furry coming not even to peace, it eats the world and our lives running from the trouble that is waiting.
surrender to this trouble it is the doorway that leads to what I do not know,
It may be heaven and god, or hell and suffering, or simply
beyond words or concepts, really no choice, so go forward, and perhaps, see.
Peace or enlightenment, is not the absence of trouble but moment by moment,
greeting it as family, that came, for cup o coffee.
