Slow Yourself | A Poem Of Slow Living

Slow Yourself
A Poem of Slow Living by Max Kristopher Komes

A simple gesture,
rest assured,
Can let the clouded mind unfurl.

There’s something there,
though unaware,
That gifts its love to this old world.

Now who’s to say,
when time is paid,
If it will matter in the end?

But all I know,
here in this show,
Is how that time is spent.

If one spends days
lost in a haze,
Like a train full steam ahead,

A turbid mind
is all you’ll find
When you lay yourself to bed.

So slow yourself —
I urge you, so
that you may see the Light;

Its presence teems
in every stream,
Running silent through the night.

Slow yourself —
I say again;
It all is but a blink.

And Beauty peeks
from underneath;
It’s far from what you think.

Transcript

A simple gesture, Rest assured, Lets the clouded mind unfurl. There's something there, Though unaware, That gifts love to this old world. Now who's to say, When time is paid, That it matters in the end? But all I know, That here in this show, Is how said time is spent. If one spends days lost in a haze, Like a train, Full steam ahead. A turbid mind is what you'll find, When you lie yourself to bed. So slow yourself, I urge you so, So that you may see the light. Its presence teems in every stream, Running silent in the night. Slow yourself, I say again, It all is but a blink. And beauty peeks from underneath, It's far from what you think.

Reviews

A beautiful voice. 🙏🏾✨