Turbulence of the Mind

States of my mind come and go

quite just like

the seasons come and go.

Served by the illumination of a perfect summer day,

I easily thrive like a gecko

only on that day, anyway.

Fathomed by a grey autumn day,

I pause more often

to the stillness

of the bay.

Are my eyes playing tricks on me?

I ask the divine

as I stand stunned

on a pleasantly frigid winter day.

"How did winter get here so quickly?"

Silence.

More Silence.

As fragrant blossoms arrive,

wonders begin to dance in my head,...

as they begin to find their places

in my head

and make me believe

they have settled.

Just about when they do,

they are softly but quickly blown into the gentleness

of the spring breeze.

In all four seasons

that take their turns

in a sweet year.

The mind can only follow the heart.

Silently I am reminded

of the vast course in life

I must take on.

Oh, how I must take it well.

Seasons of life,

apples,

oranges,

berries,

or

whatever fruit that moves you.

Devour it to the core

with your mouth.

See what you are left with.

The marrow of such fruit

is

what you are left with.

When a season departs,

we are left with

the marrow

of the given atmosphere.

Oh, how we must go on.

The summer air gives to the fall breeze

as

the fall breeze begin to drop icicles...

Then,

the icicles transform into puddles

of hydration just for spring.

Oh, what it takes to just spring back,...

Oh, such states of the mind.