Rush. त्वर (Tvara)
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My favorite words are the ones that can mean many things to many people, in many ways, and from all different perspectives and contexts. Because it is fun to have a clear example of how everything is everything and all is all, and these words are close to that.
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So, what’s the rush?
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Are you in a rush?
It all depends.
Did you mistake speed
For reaching ends?
Did the thrill to seek
Mask the logical fallacy
Of what it means
To find?
With that in mind,
I write it plain:
Why is rushing
A sudden craze?
Why would anything
Mean more to me
If I achieve it rapidly?
Would you take fast
Over sweetness that lasts?
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To be last
May be what they meant
When the heaven-sent
Said, in this sense,
The illusion of rush
May distort, as such,
The ever-present then
That is ever-present now.
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An imagined you,
Running within,
While hearing about
How fools rush in,
Wondering why
Those that come first
Suddenly rhyme
With those claimed worst.
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If you could move
Forward and back,
Would you want to reach
The end in the end?
Or would life teach
To somehow delay
The inevitable speech?
No award, my friend.
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Eternity ends
With a Midas touch,
Wanting to end
Without noticing then
That reaching as such
Means missing as much.
So I ask again,
What is the rush?
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Slow your roll
Down the hill.
Slowly peek
From the windowsill.
Calm the storm.
Hear the toll.
The One you seek
Is with you still.
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Rushing is the perpetuated illusion of urgency in eternity.
All the while, flowers gave away their beautiful scent in vain.
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What’s the rush?
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What remains?
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When you are already here, where will you go, my dear?
