A man is stood in a room,
the drums beating in his ears,
its late summer,
the beat drops,
it’s meditation,
smoke settled on the lungs like morning fog,
a state of pure presence,
Danger,
Adrenaline kicks in,
fight or flight,
the body chooses fight,
he sets is base,
chin tucked,
fists primed to unload fury,
eyes zone in on the target like a sniper setting his sights,
his eyes focus,
he sees movement,
guard up,
ready to the target
who gets the first strike,
there it is,
he sees it..
If one went looking for peace,
where might it be found?
look for
listen for
talk to
big sniff
eyes,
black,
a glisten from the lamp light,
both beings stare at each other,
locked in hyper focus,
the mans ears a beat with drums,
the invader,
silence
