How Fast Must I Be Moving (A Poem)

How fast must your mind be moving to only see two options

White or Black.

How quick you are to jump to conclusions when you only judge

 Right or Wrong.

And how afraid must you be to see a choice so dire with only these outcomes

Good or Bad.

How fast are you moving through life

Missing out on the nuances and complexities.

Moving past the opportunities to understand and to be free.

How afraid of intimacy are you to feel so uncomfortable in this space

In the silence

With me.

Every pang you feel inside is a reminder to get you to

Slow down.

Make a choice.

 Oh choices oh choices

In between running and stopping

Is a deep breath

The breath is  a reminder of the closeness you need in this moment.

To feel the intimate nature of being still with yourself

With your experience of you

In this moment.

Just a little.

Just be.

And who am I to want this for you

To simply be.

To want your slowness.

So that you can be slow with me.

I must be missing something.

How fast must I be moving.

-Imuri