Disease
comes from thinking
mind takes over control
always come back to the breathing
gently.
When I think it’s all over
salt is losing its taste
morning comes early to greet me
body tells me more sleep is needed
but mind races away through the day ahead
the past and the regrets
the more I try to stop it the more it races
into this sea of raging chaos
drop the anchor of breath
returning to the moment
slowly a sense of proportion
begins to establishes itself
calm begins to return
two hours pass
mind is calm
body refreshed
the process reveals itself
"nothing can thy power withstand
none shall pluck me from thy hand" 1
