FEED My MIND: Adventure. Learn. Live. Write.
Still my head in the clanging of the night, the time when darkness amplifies the messes of a life
hard on ourselves, we shush the racket, we roll, we toss, we justify it
A reason for the clamor banging inside our skull; there are a hundred
the list makers tally one two three
the naysayers find, then deny, the pattern
the lost find crumbs in the replay- the words, the moves, the comebacks missed
Jaws clenched, shoulders shrugged, the toss, the turn, the ujjayi
and where it is taking you, in this one night-
relived, revised, reviled-
settle a silence in palms open,
and cradle forgiveness beyond admonition,
allow your gentled, paused and playful spirit
to hold abundant grace and mercy for your reflections.
She is certainly stilled; yet crossed leg with foot twitching, gives her silence a war.