true self:

humid

stale air

hangs heavy

as my breath

is shallow

and anxiety laden --

a wolf

with lonely eyes

swims in my blood

wanting to escape

from stalking

worry

and then,

i release --

allowing

cool air

to penetrate

my constricted

soul --

it is

knowing

that the

vortex of

life

is love

and that

i recline

in the arms

of solitude

where

my true self

resides

in blue

surrealistic smears

of intrinsic

light.

the air

still

hangs heavy

and worries

like a

broken leg

cleave

to my brain

but i

allow myself

to touch

serenity

which

streams

through my eyes

coloring

tightness

with

the peace

of a

flickering candle,

and so

my day

continues

in monotony

but shaded

by an awareness

of a simplicity

of vision --

a portrait

of my true

self

which is

breathing --

a gentle

observer

like a

busy sparrow

dancing

in water.

I am

a kite

rocking

and swirling

in

cultivating

nurturing

sky.