Don’t think too much or too deeply,
Don’t.
Some pools are meant to not be stirred,
to remain crystal clear;
the muck where it belongs,
settled, bound up, resting in darkness.
Certainly don’t drop a rock hard truth,
Or a heavy reality,
Into the calm waters.
Don’t.
The serenity of the right place for everything,
is at stake.
Don’t even blow a wish on it’s surface,
Don’t.
The glare of the desire, will shine down,
and show the dismal mud,
it’s desolation stark and sure.
Guard yourself, if you value peace , no turmoil.
Don’t.