Are time or truths running out … do not fool yourself.
Lines of tomorrow and someday stretch barren into somewhere.
The present bends down; the past roots down messy regrets.
Mindlessly, we stand. Distractions, entitlements, possessions don’t matter.
Crowds of discontented branches stretch like stark mindsets
Of conspiracies and indoctrination where evolution ceases.
No excuses for short decisions blasted from ramparts of self-gratification,
Burying common truths, democracy and judgment in wild distemper.
Be mindful that Life is long … one bad or good minute can be an eternity.
Life is short in retrospection … here one minute, gone the next.
Life is extension and judgment … nothing is forever except change.
Every night turns into morning; after every winter comes spring
To plant seeds of mindfulness to be present without judgment,
To be happy from within and touch the miracle of life while we can.