Finding Center

I walk the path between comfort and truth

As pretty nothings brush past burdened ankles

Upon knees bent for a life's challenge

A body protesting its abuses

And a head held cautiously high

My senses are swiftly suppressed

By a blanket of air and calm

Wholly filling my mouth and nose

With a simple suggestion for my strains

Just

Let

Go.....

9/20/08