Celestial Moon
I try to affect what I can
In positive waves
I don’t cry over
Water that’s passed,
Beneath my bridge
As regrets inhibit
One from moving forward
I am not an anchor to my own self.
I prefer buoyancy
Who wants to be a stick in the mud?
I like my freedom
To move about freely.
Which so many take for granted
Yet circulation
Is not an entitlement
But a commitment to a way of life.
One that makes you rise early
So sunlight penetrates
Removing films which occur
Across a metaphysical membrane.
That could potentially
Block out these rays
Ones that keep us centered
Able to think clearly,
Beyond any indoctrination
Which attempts to cloud our temples
So by letting things pass
No delta forms,
At a channel’s mouth
A flow remains unimpeded
As the current’s tempo
Cleanses and purifies.
So what happened yesterday
Goes back into a stream
Instead of solidifying
Causing a disruption.
As the sun moves
So do I follow
I go through phases
Like a celestial moon.