“Filter me,”

said my life.

So I did.

 

When you filter

You take away.

You rid of the

Excess.

 

You prune.

You clear.

Boil down.

Reduce.

Refuse.

Decline.

Accept.

Ignore.

Reflect.

Open.

Close.

 

Choose.

Constant

Choosing.

What is needful?

What is best?

What to minus,

What do add?

Where do divide?

Multiply?

This season looks filtered

Without trying.

It’s just doing what it’s always done.

This rhythm

Of work and play,

Of life and death,

Hanging on and letting go.

The leaves swirl

Yellow showers,

Amber coins

Thin and scattered.

And trees are left

Less

And I can see

More.

More.

Reduction.

Choosing.

Filtering me.

Simplify.

Essentials.

Moderation.

Words the World

Admires openly,

But forgets privately.

 

A life unfiltered

Isn’t difficult

Cause your going

With the flow.

A life

Holding a sieve,

Practicing less

Over more is difficult

Because creeks

Have stones

To go round.

But there is a flow.

A narrow, crooked

Kind of flow,

That sings,

Like a heavy set river

Just can’t.

“Filter me,”

said my life.

So I did.

And the excess

Drifted

Away

And now I can see.