Breaking Ball, Low and Inside
Too often, I have been witnessed
to produce strike after strike,
chasing after another breaking ball-
low and inside. Now, in the heat
of this inning of my life, I am
recommitted to slowing down,
to allow myself to enter that sweet
spot where even the minutiae of moments
stops on a dime- as if suspended in time.
Bring on your best pitcher throwing
his nastiest stuff and I will stand
here, watching the slomo play out
before these watchful eyes. The time
of striking out has come and gone,
now that I see beyond appearances-
way deep within the quantum collision
of molecules. Come on, I dare you,
throw me another breaking ball, low and inside.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.