Life is full of our daily creations
Are we peacefully still
or sucked in by bubbly flirtations?
One drama to the next,
does it ever slow down?
One lover to the next,
one in each town?
If life is a never-ending
adrenalin rush
Does stillness have place
can my body please hush?
From thrill to thrill are we hummingbirds?
No stillness, no quiet, must we be heard?
If our one-night stands came to a stop,
what would we then do
with all of our thoughts?
Can they ever be silenced
or entirely dropped?
Honey Bees are collectors
of life's yummy nectar,
When we live life that way
often surfaces specters
Spiritual we are,
at all of our cores
You, me, the preacher,
and even the whores
Can we see and feel that essence now?
If not, does drama rule, and how?
There is a choice each moment we choose
A one-night stand: thrill-spike-booze?
Or a quiet serenity, never-ending peace
A calm silent soul, the ultimate release
The choice is ours
day in and day out
Drama on steroids or
a peaceful stillness
within and without...
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