Bumpy life

In a busy life of words and actions
The difficulty is observing in silence and discovering
What is recurrent.
Randomly bumping the elbows to corners and pains,
We leave a trail that tells our story
And passes often through points of significance.
Few points with value
Are like benches where to feel at home
And safely alone.

Breathing open-minded

Remember to breath
When there is nothing you can control
And have to keep your hands open.
You will be able to grab
Only what fits in your fist
From enduring spring flowers to chaotic fettuccine
And life will be in proportion
And affordable.