my old monkey mind
I watch him at this dawn hour – already
skipping around between synapses with
boyish enthusiasm, hampered by marked
lack of focus, though the diffusion of
the neurotransmitters across which his
impulses pass at the junction between
two nerve cells models perfect precisionNever skipping a beat, the intention
in direction is mapping the past and
planning the future, electrical charge
that needs watchful earthing in being and
in quietly focused attention – not
mere reaction – for highest fulfilment
at this dawn of my day and come what maySRM
wind in my wheels 🌱 