Vicious Thought Revolves

Think

Too much,

ass addled,

sense angle

a dangle

of yourself,

you start a mind

context conundrum,

spiral locking

steps too emotionally

logical

to be denied.

Small

platformulizations

to cut away from
where you once stood.

Conceptualized placement

of little understanding

from which you plant

a new face of place

to throw yourself

away anew.

Emotions kicked

by the sharp points

of fevered thought

will ride you

down because

you saddled yourself

in fear based visions

and explanations devoid

of independent voice

to talk the walk

back to another way

to face an understanding.

Hold it back

to make it

stop, that

dagger dialogue

you keep stabbing

away with

to make your hated

parts so termed

and framed distasteful

even as you swallow

your pride

as fiction whole.

This voice

and the claws it forms

in the hands of letters

dipped in imaginative

bile, scrapes ever more

furrows of fertile

irritation; from which

only more destructive

digging will grow.

Do not think.

Do not filter

with this sullied sieve.

Just feel. Just

be the heart

of the beat

inside you.

Hear the air

on you skin and

what is raised

in every breath.

Taste the sound

as the leaves

in trees would have

you hear.

Picture the rivers

mighty even

in tiny tunnels

as millions of tributes

and tributaries

flowing well rooted

from the grounding

of trunks thick

with being

so slowly alive

you must be patient

as love itself

to embrace.

There is exchange and

there is power

growing all around

you, so unaware.

There is light

and there is dark

and there is movement.

Meanings far too large and

way too small for words

Questions become answers and

answers become questions

in infinite recursion.

You have heart.

You have mind.

You have choice.

Let go

reintegrate and reform

with the patience of trees.

Be the flow

and the channel.

Be the hand

that helps in reaching,

and the tactile

at the heart of touch.

You will feel.

You will know.

You will grow.

Pain and joy,

confusion and understanding,

will come

and go

each in their turn.

This is being and becoming,

never surrendering choice.

That is all there is.