We all keep 'em.
Drafting it up
listing it up
adding it up
filing it
under obscure categories
cross referencing.
Coming to conclusions.
A balance sheet.
A measly attempt.
A frantic throw at equilibrium.
What wretched
hollow beast
has it turned us into.
This life.
This civilization.
I have seen your
strongest year
and your weakest hour.
They are equal.
And equally impressive.
A powerful thrust of
natural energies.
Something fierce.
I have seen those tears
well up in your eyes
but they never were a sign
of weakness.
They were but a moment
in the middle of all
those other moments.
Living without patience
is not a defect.
It is a momentary lack
of focus.
It is
getting lost in the excessive
range of options.
Always close your eyes
a little bit.
Even when they are wide open.
Always close off your mind
a little bit.
Even if you are in full interaction
with others.
Even if they
or it
or something
demands your full attention
keep a small part to yourself.
You should not even share it
with kings.
It is your kingdom
where no one else can enter.
It is a vital space for your soul.
The full 21 grams of it.
Make room for it by
moving accordingly.
Carve out the space
you want it to occupy.
Give it any shape you want.
Whatever you imagine.
Whatever belief
or faith
you want to infuse it with.
Grant it
the right amount of time.
And buy more time
by applying an adamant focus.