Worries are only here... until they're gone

A meditation on what it means to worry, and why it can be silly to worry when our reality is constantly in a turbulent state of change.

Fretting,

the thought escaped you 

You painted this vessel, 

pretty colours  

You forgot you could smash it upon the ground

Worries that dissipate,

morning dew weightless 

in the embrace of a singing sun 

How the form is 

actually in flux

So too the mountainous 

anxieties which could,

the very next moment,

be a flock of beautiful

delicate little birds -

the kind you paint on

ornate China

But not your vessel

We decided to break your vessel