Hold and Let Go

Ponder over the pools that fill our being

Pools of yellow, pools of green

Red and mean on occasion

Blue and true in sensation

Sometimes contained,

Often restrained,

Rarely ordained,

Images soft, they relentlessly carry

Waves of existence, memory wary

Enter.

Sit.

Fill vacant places,

For scanty moments, in between spaces

Until there is nothing to fill,

Nothing to waste

There is just One

And there is just space

For this is already what we know,

There is no need

To stretch out or swim with the flow

For we are outstretched

Already the flow

But all things must shrink in order to grow

This life is a current

To hold and let go