recalibrated

without the concept of "hurry"

recalibrated

i have all the time in the world

scope opens
wiiiiidddddeeee...

be still and know

no where to go (future)
no one (to become)
no reason (to find)
no way (to leave)
no way (out)

no destination
everything right here,
not missing anything

REST,
everything i've ever wanted

the music
of the "fly"--song of Self...without a name
ratatating of the "fridge"
humming faraway "trucks"...
melodies floating...

not in a hurry,
to label
to story
to conceptualize
to "know"
to compete,
to survive
to professionalize
to acquire

without "hurry"

enchanted
with the nameless,
no rush to chop Reality into boxes

imagine a whole world where the concept of "hurry" didn't exist...
slow motion as molassssssssssssssssessss....
feel the blood pressure drop,
the weight,
the wait
of tomorrow,
the breath...

the sunset eternally burning
no car accidents,
enjoying...actually tasting
every
bite
of
food,

missing nothing,

registering
the wordless infinite

slow to speak
slow to praise
slow to think...

so slow...
no more
instants...

just "this"...
the infinitely Unknowable...