A Mile in Eternity

I walked a mile in eternity

I did not know what was ahead for me

Pushing hard on the rugged terrain I learned

Just how many miles it took for feet to burn

I walked another mile in order to see

How incredibly important it might be

To know beforehand who might be there

Then, I realized, when I arrived I would not care

It seems I've made too much fuss in matters trite

Because of this, life filled up with things that bite

I walked on further down the road

To see the man who knew the toad

That was turned from a prince into a frog

When in blunder he got lost in his embellished fog

I do not want to walk on in vain

With very little insight without the pain

Of remembering who I am and what I do

To be aware of all that's true

For me it's a funny little twist and a high pitched shout

Laughing while turning circles on the runway with no way out!

One does not have to stop moving in order to be still. The act of slowing down involves a complete surrender of the mind. Does that mean your mind has to go blank? No. It is possible to run a marathon in the quickest of strides along with five hundred more individuals and yet remain still. In fact, the successful runner cannot run otherwise. Becoming still absorbs the totality of your energy forcing you to become more subdued, focused and concentrated. The caustic plight you have found yourself engulfed in does not occur on the outside. It is an inward atrociously fed, fueled and maintained combat. Nothing is happening on the outside of you though you may believe differently. Many false walls are crumbling. You can't outrun the karmic implications involved, nor are you supposed to. Now is the time to embrace the day with all its apparent difficulties and complexities without the preset interpretive assu