We are all capable of self destructing
Allowing the dark
To usurp the light that burns within
A single thought leading to another
And another
The perpetual dripping tap
Releases from above
Gravity grasping as it falls toward the ground
Absorbing sound
But there is a moment before the splash is heard
In that moment
Everything can change
With just one word
The mantra cuts through
Slicing the chord
That holds us to conditioned response
Suspended
We can turn the barb
Collapse the sharpened point
Deflecting
Honing the mind
And changing everything for a short time
Habitual response
Is gradually moulded
Into something chosen
Rather than just responded
The tap continues to drip
But the mind slides a bucket beneath
And the surface that thoughts hit
Becomes malleable
