Control

a story about the grip on control.

Control

Let go of your grasp

that you have gripped so hard

your fingers hold nothing but the wind

give up your control

turn off your mind, relax and float downstream

occurrence is volatile

it either will or it wont

trying to control the passage of time

is like counting the grains of sand on a beach

it won't give you pleasure

it is arduous and painful

give up your control

be passive like water

do not force that which doesn't need to be pressed

your labour in the ground will bear the fruit of passiveness and freedom.

give up control.

Author's Note

any ideas/ suggestions/ criticisms welcome