/ just be still /

[ restless mind ]

just
breathe
be still, and be
here now only breathing
with/in, but without
and beyond the din
of the innocuous settling
under the weight of ideologies
and a regime of fear, which
behind panoptic binoculars
can't see this, or that
there is a symphony, though
here it can't be seen
percussive-polyrhythmic
silent s p a c e s
and it is just...
be still, breathe
but still, i ask
is it just...
me?

or just breathing with/in, maybe
i am x without trying to be,
why? am i not a...human 
becoming while being,
seeing it live is something
more than talking, be
reality minus then is now
vehemently screaming
watch me, be - or is it
see, that's just it
life is living in forever, everyday
knifing through a house of white noise
just to be - 

decidedly, above all i've found that
all of the above can be
despite veiled threats hiding
oddly enough behind power 
and the peace of green paper,
demanding to be, just...
given a piece of mind over what matters, 
each time, and again over and over
for and to be what, just...
a respite, a destination, how?
you might say - maybe it is just, that -

only if you let it,
daily deluded, diluted reason becomes
love obscured by rusting illusions
grand, but far too hollow to be
grounded below, the determination still
to be still, and further still to breathe 
with/in but without and beyond
the pale, cold swampy wisps of yesterday's freedom
frequently offered at the expense of the current
sea of cacophonous todays instead 
tomorrow, though never now, why?
can it not, i hear it - can we not?
just be...

life, an organic richness, love-tones 
cultivating syncopated vibrations,
culling harsh timbres we grow, and grow
louder - now  - softer - now
more fully - now
into harmonic +ex+ures
of human freedom, but
is it, just
be still, 
breathe
just

be.





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*d7