Our world is moving at a harrowing pace

The trajectory opposite to states of grace

It’s driven by profit and fueled by power

There’s little time to rest for an hour


When you reflect on your most creative time

You likely discover your thoughts most sublime

Emerged and bubbled from your deep wells

When you were quiet not answering bells


The opposite side of the equation is true

When you were in trouble it came out of a rue

A brew that was bubbling and churning so quick

You became stuck in a cauldron so thick


Now it’s your chance to honor a truth

When you’re spinning so fast you act out like a youth

You become frustrated demanding and tense

You don’t have much patience for anyone else


When you are too frenzied and feeling pressured

Your thinking is addled your mind is not measured

When your mind is spinning out of control

It’s no time to take action you can’t see the shoals


You will look back and be disappointed

At decisions and actions less than anointed

When you’re navigating serious space

Slowing your pace contributes more grace


How fast do you ordinarily move?

What drives the pace at which you navigate your life?

Are you moving fast as choice or just moving in the soup surrounding you?

Have you made a choice?

Can you make a choice?

– Stewart Levine ©

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