Rhythmic Breeze

Listen quietly and you might find

A special movement, an active find

An intelligent vibration that dances in matter

Available to all beyond the chatter.

Everyone with a story

Each in a world of their own

Hold in tight those things that bite

Release what appears to measure right.

A commercial world of body-fare

Must protect and not declare

All those things that killed love's flair

Must have product for the fair.

Many different things to gain

The world has much to build repair

Developing skills and ego fare

Brand new me without a care.

Met a girl who loved my view

All my stuff, my future true

She had stuff that she held too

Now we have an ocean view

All things material has a ball in play

All vibrating its special way

Rocks & trees & birds & bees

Rock-a-bye baby - rhythmic breeze.

The mind has many balls in play

A vast array let loose to dance

Intellect measures the juggler's stance

New worlds created - endless trance.

Crashing, bashing –  do you mind!

You upset my special wind

I will guard what I must mind

To maintain the balance of all that's mine.

The big, the small, the rich, the poor

All just swinging a wider door

Hinge gets broken - no more door

This broken door will swing no more.

The world has a ball in play

Gaia working to balance life’s hold

But, this too, a wave building to scold

Many worlds crash and fold.

Tranquil is the soul at home

No disturbance, no one to phone

All dissolved from matters hold

No more vibration to make us bold.