Carl Setzer

Force

Some things must be forced.
However, all things will break
Compassion must reign

I see the hornet
Intense animosity
Trapped within the Tao

I seek the No Mind
Monumentally failing
Busyness robs me

Peace demanded now
Wont wait for reality
Confounding absence

Silence’s power
Ancient echoes carried forth
Wind blowing through trees

All space-time exists
Upon the palm of her hand.
Precious and fragile

Echoing within
A gnawing pit of emptiness,
Resisted, feeling.

To find life’s balance
Continually adjust;
It’s always changing

Drifting upon air
Sunlight dancing between trees
Summer’s gentle grace

Strangely the night comes
Springing upon my workload
Exhaustion bites hard