Annoyance.

A Moment In Time

What would I give for a moment of clarity
A moment of pure unadulterated clearness
A moment so serene, so pure,
It would float on top of the lake still, when there are no waves

This moment, to be captured in time,
Would be worth a million diamonds
To have this moment, in the back of my mind
To be recalled at a moment’s notice

To have the ability to bring myself to that moment in time
At the drop of a dime
At the sound of a bell
At any sign of ill-warranted evidence

Would bring me a thousand joys, in the form of actions taken
Actions taken in the interest of humanity and the human spirit
For it is my mind which distracts me, it is my heart which confuses me
Perhaps, it is even my soul which pervades vanity upon my essence

To have such a moment
Would allow me to escape from the comings and goings of my mind
The wishing and washing of my soul
The hopping and skipping of my heart

All these distractions, keep me so connected to this very moment
For if I knew where the bottom lay
If I knew where each and every droplet of rain would fall
I would not be alive

So,
Instead of wishing for such a moment
I will listen to these distractions
I will allow such hopping, skipping, and jumping as my heart desires
I will give a moment in time for my soul to fill with life

For these distractions are not such, as I have condemned them to be
They are me
They are myself, wrapped up in a skin-tight cloak
These distractions are signs, notes, bends in the river

Pulling my attention towards a certain instance
Asking me for forgiveness, compassion, strength, love, patience,
Courage, persistence, and presence
I give it all

And after the giving is finished
After I have nothing more within me which I may offer
I become empty

I become like a leaf blowing in the wind
Which comes to rest

Still upon the lake, when there are no waves

– Zazzo, the Wanderer