Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Controlling Interest in a Poem

Finding Control

I tried to keep things in control
but came to see control was something
quite beyond my own control:
I found my life was under control,
some great control, some infinite
control, some all-controlling prime
control in charge of things beyond
even the concept of control.
And seeing this, I lost control—
until I grasped I never had
control—and then surrendered non-
control and rested in the flow
of one immaculate controller.

~Son Rivers 2009

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