Poetry
PAIN IN THE NECK
Pain in the neck,
Pain in the ass,
Just lie back
And let it pass.
Pinch of tension,
Dash of strain,
Did I mention
A heated brain?
Care to listen?
Tune right in
To the condition
Your body’s in.
Pain in the Neck
PAIN IN THE NECK
Pain in the neck,
Pain in the ass,
Just lie back
And let it pass.
Pinch of tension,
Dash of strain,
Did I mention
A heated brain?
Care to listen?
Tune right in
To the condition
Your body’s in.
STILL
STILL
The wave of relaxation is complete
When it comes down from my head
And through my feet.
Being still, calming down,
The lights are low
There is no sound.
A period of rest
The order of the day
For an hour I will stay
Still.
CONTEMPLATION
I lean and loafe at my ease …. observing a spear of summer grass.
- from Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” in Leaves of Grass
CONTEMPLATIONI lean and loaf and sit aroundTaking in the sights and soundsOf shore or meadow or a wooded trail;I’ll watch a squirrel shake its tailOr listen to the crickets chirp.Feel the sun upon my back.Know I’m practicing the knackOf letting go and being stillLoosening the grip of willAnd purpose in my life,Taking a break from strain and strife.Yet, before I know it, the moment’s past.These contemplations never last.In a flash I’m back in driveWith thoughts and plans to striveFor more and better thingsThat work and effort brings.There’s a balance to be struckAnd with some wisdom and some luckI’ll know again that Inner PeaceOf Rest, Relaxation, and Release.
SWEET SURRENDER
