Stillness

A wonderful kind of 'mental floss'. Looking to the east from my workshop side roof.

Stillness

2/24/11

Waiting patiently

pen in hand

for words to surface

from calm breath,

mind that's open,

asking what wants light

hidden beneath feelings

of yesterday's making,

or culmination from many,

that creates residual

which becomes layered crud

blocking emotional intelligence

and guidance if ignored,

but I won't, can't,

being kind of addicted

to this personal expose

once just for self,

now splattered on blog,

a form of 'mental floss'

cleaning brain crevasses

clogged by experiences

leaving unhealthy debris

blocking effective synapse,

keeping me from recognizing

myself, life, as magic,

miracle, when entering stillness.