sensation

is it quite the case?
even now, i act, and still, my intentions are faintly apprehendable,
as there is a murk about them.
i strain to be still, and let the murk settle, before i carry on, and with each act anew, a fresh stir, and a fresh obfuscation.

there is nothing but to stay forward, be slow, keep observant, and if, in any of these three things i falter, i must make it up by compensating with the others..
this is no dogma, just a convenient notation..

there is suffering all around.
being observant is a hard one for me, most often,
to keep from becoming a part of it, or inventing it myself.

speed is second.