Waiting for * 7/27/13

Waiting becomes time wasted.

Waiting is time spent,

internally pimping a future.

Waiting is on the outside of now,

preoccupied with precepts from the past

as if their future confirmation will be fulfilling.

Waiting is an ambiguous position held,

without the aid of timing.

Waiting is un-creatively,

a deflation of charisma.

Waiting is a falsified sense of self

in a self-proclaimed affect prison.

Waiting is memory retention on override.

Waiting is time spent

in shameless expectations.

Waiting is opportunity,

deaf, dumb, and blind.

Waiting gives ‘idle’, a wayward life.

Presence of being trumps waiting.

Multitasking respectfully honors waiting

but does not heed the rise of absence.

Waiting is a guard pose

at the door of contemplation.

Waiting is a permission slip,

a free pass to enter

into a think tank ballroom.

Waiting is an imaginary moat

surrounding a daydream’s paradise.

Waiting, as respectful as it can be,

is free time granted

to inwardly travel the universe.

Tall trees may look like they’re waiting

as in waiting out the storm in passing

but they are really not,

they’re exercising

from treetop to root bottom!

In a still point, there is no waiting.

In the tea ceremony, there is no waiting.

In the presence of yourself,

in any moment,

there is no waiting.

From now on,

waiting should be a thing of the past

not a beckoning for a future . . .