All times are perilous,
Every era ferocious,
All millennia a gamble,
Every century precarious,
With each decade in jeopardy.

All years are risky and
Every month an adventure.
Each day is urgent, &
Every moment uncertain.
All thoughts are flammable.

“So what?” you sigh,
“Embrace that to which
Nothing can cling,” whispers
The elder.

Train in earth’s candor,
Practice fragility, and
Rest in the vivid jumble
Of mind’s endless display.

DB 2001