WE MUST BECOME EXCELLENT SURFERS
The pace of the world
Has increased so much
It befuddles the mind
Racing like a meteor
Across the sky
What used to take a month
Now a minute
A day become a lifetime
Bombarded with information
Overload and overwhelm
Shut down and closed off
Only a surfer can keep up
With the waves as they rise
As they fall and as they crash
We must surf as best we can
No mind if occasionally we fall
And nearly drown in the ocean
Still we splutter to the surface
Crawl to the beach
Look out at the wild waves
Pick up the board and go again
The pace of the world
Is only half the picture
There is a place inside
Of no movement
Of stillness surfing
Of great quietude
Of poise and balance
The warrior’s way
The surfer knows this.
To be still while the world,
The waves, the wind,
Even the storm, rages
This is the art of living
In this insanity.
picture by me.