sixty

I’ve started driving the speed limit

bumbling some may say

chugging along sixty in the right lane

if you’d like to pass please feel free

but please don’t confuse your anxiety with my problem

A carpenter taught me this pace

or rather showed me it

as his gentle teachings ambled by

leaving quiet lessons with all the significance of the buddha

in quiet memories and small moments

Pushing nothing

well built things don’t require excess force

Life as a meditation

held together in strong, warm, deliberate compassion

With time enough for the wildflowers and changing leaves

In honest labor and real dirt

Humble in it’s origins and divine in it’s simplicity

I will never build something as perfect as a tree

but they can be difficult to sit on with out a little respectful modification