and then, it was the 6th day

For five days,
Kneeling to grit and acceleration.
Velocity wins.

Unwilling to let go of the fiery stick.
Clenched to overdoing it.

And here it comes.

The morning of the sixth day.
Fully hollowed out,
a gust kicks up the smoldering ashes.

And there She is.

Be Still. You’re a work in progress.
One by one the fingers release their grip, the fiery stick falls.
The body sighs, and she gives permission.
Let it win.
Just for today,
Let Inertia win.

~ DK, and then it was the 6th day


  • Image: Mennyfox55
  • Inspirations: Christie Foster: A work a progress.  Marion Couts, The Iceberg: A Memoir: Either inertia wins or velocity wins. The stakes are at their highest.
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Lightly child, lightly


The heavy things
have come so lightly lately.
But this was what momentum meant:
momentous moments sitting
lined up like shot glasses.
Throw your head back
and throw back your life.
This was predictable;
this is inertia.
Life was immovable,
till it moved.



  • Image Source: Mennyfox55
  • Poem Source: To Escape From the Commonplaces of Existence
  • Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here.
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
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