Everything in moderation,
moderation of moderation
in this modern nation.
Yet, there is only now,
nothing to moderate
Everything is relative.
Nothing is static.
The water that washes over me.
The river that runs through us all.
The river that we all run through.
The falls ahead will make the rapids behind seem small.
And then the calm is evermore appreciated.
The more you fight the current
the more likely you are to drown.
Becoming weightless is the key.
– JPR (1-6-18)