Slow Process

Buddha 'existing' in my succulent garden.

Slow Process

6/3/11

No matter long, short life

there's daily distance to travel,

Sun's trajectory can't be hurried,

Moon cycles have predicated pace,

seasons turn with synchronistic timing

whispering secret mantra of unfoldment

to leaf, bud, plants, animals,

who give birth and die

in natural space that's Eternity,

change is constant, not stagnate

though perceived 'sameness' tricks eye,

fools mind caught in trap

of despairing thought that futility

and struggle rule human realm

until positive impacted quickening occurs

from shift of unimaginable proportions

stirring hope alive in hearts

as counterbalance to reported catastrophes,

or simply a celebrated 'graduation'

with moments taken to reflect

on distance traveled when becoming

'who one is now', transformed,

credited with completing harrowed journey

into worlds once beyond comprehension,

witnessing entrance, exit through Mystery,

this slow process called Existence.