Now I’m fine

It just took one whistle
to be heard
and one message
to be fine,
be free from a worried mind
that knew no thread
and needle
to stitch the gap
of geography
and a crevice in time

 

For what defines peace

For what defines peace
has abandoned for a moment,
there’s but sighs
left of torment
lingering through
with no movement;
there’s but speech
with words silent
with a message
but no content;
there’s but thoughts
past then present
incomplete
like moon crescent;
Endless searching
no commitment
ceaseless finding
no atonement;
never to beat
the real opponent
there’s but emotions
that do foment.