The Way

 the position, the immobility and inertia

as only the inside gets out and never the outside in

speechlessness

Directions

 the path to meaning via joy

Meditation

 all the while painting the town red

Deliberate

 as all is coming back

Taken

 nolens volens

the end and aim

While

 seasons change, leaving the city, the polis, behind

accumilations of divisiveness

Outside

 where it is so much healthier

Erect

 sometimes more, sometimes less

Happiness

 when talents and experience suffice

Tread Lightly

 nowadays in so many ways

it feels anything, any imprudent move could stir up some nasty reaction

The Leap

 as it gets harder and harder

maybe falling

When To

and how to stop

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

just at the right moment

 

Conversation

 

 

 

 

 

 

sometimes it is just small talk  

to keep it rolling because it is fun

Bold

just 

you

go

 

 

there is beauty

Framed

/is it...

probably a look that looks back

Melting

 the hard, tight form losing its shape

Tension

 conflict and resolution

interesting times

Mind the Gap

that needs, begs and screams out 

 

 

 

 

to be bridged

Digressingly

 reaching the aim

Blocking

 just listening to your own stupid voice knowing all the answers and talking points that will alienate everybody else

Posing

 a little bit lethargic I guess

Moving

 in many directions 

 

in communion

Light and Darkness

 is relative like everything in the world

shine on

To Pause

 must still be possible

and even joy

Ahead

 just like the time line

Flowing

 some gift to the world

Simply

 too simple or just the iota not

something to grow fond of in time

Attitude

 the posture of biding whatever

Me Time

 when all is said and done; and it all is about to happen

nevertheless

The Contrast

 "the readiness is all" - when it comes and calls