training.

A thousand words racing through my head.

Not one will cease long enough to drink

water from the well of articulation,

of formulation,

of clarification.

The well overflows.

Not one word escapes.

Escapes from an inconsistent pace on a

course of which serves no purpose.

There is no prize,

no trophy,

no ribbons.

Running only resulting in exhaustion.

Exhaustion from over-use,

under-meditation.

Silly words.

Always analytical,

sometimes metaphorical,

rarely practical.

Rest, silly words.

Freedom is yours if only you cease

long enough to drink

deeply, deeply.

Slow down.

Grow up.

You’re only baby words.

Thoughts, really.

Stuck in a rut of self-discovery.

No rush.

Timing, sweet words. Wait for timing.

In the meantime, cease.

This course serves no need.

Catch your breath.

Drink deeply, deeply,

Tomorrow we shall start training.