Dreamtime

Uncertain times, like an accident happening,

when time slows down...actually it's the mind

speeding up, in a hurry to make sense of things

before it's too late falling through the air.

It's like that now, a swirl of mixed messages

to the point that you can't tell what's true;

mind in a hurry to make sense of things

shouts out about the current straw it's grasping.

It's fear of death, of course...the death of what

we think we know, what our world is. Imagine

going home and home is no longer there.

Imagine being abandoned in nowhere.

For a Buddhist, it feels like home.

Those that cling to thoughts of the future

are dizzy on this merry-go-round

not on solid ground.