Bees of doom
Do gather round,
A man beset by worries beyond his ken,
The future told through eyes of fear,
History rewritten with darker pen,
In times like this it pays to stop,
And heed teachings of the wiser man
You were yesterday:
Take a breath and think of all those
Far worse off than yourself,
It’s all a thought, it’s all just you
The day still shines or clouds as it will,
There is no reason for your pain,
It simply is,
And in that acceptance, that disdain
Release-With Darker Pen
30 Jan 2011 2 Comments
in Poems, Zen Thoughts Tags: Anxiety, Happiness, Mental Health, Philosophy, Reality, worries about future, Zen
Bees of doom
Do gather round,
A man beset by worries beyond his ken,
The future told through eyes of fear,
History rewritten with darker pen,
In times like this it pays to stop,
And heed teachings of the wiser man
You were yesterday:
Take a breath and think of all those
Far worse off than yourself,
It’s all a thought, it’s all just you
The day still shines or clouds as it will,
There is no reason for your pain,
It simply is,
And in that acceptance, that disdain
Release-
The Mirror of Truth 