Invite me to stay, something in your hands, useful & true,
An equanimity of spirit, even in a mind--level headed too,
Aequus in the animus --balance not shaken by pain or loss
Whirls in the curls don't tilt you off a center--wheel or toss
Emotion in a strait the amygdala fair to middling in stress,
I choose you under pressure, calm a thought, laugh & less,
Cultivate an “even mind”--between the two of us--ante up,
Sitting in the free of us, ah that day we slipped inside a cup
Always steady in a ready, as a night consumes, us--anyway
Warm to undetached--just … unmoved at the core--unsway
Right there in the moment, name it, frame it, catch a breath,
Refine that strength, a rapier in the center slow down death
That silence in the middle--as the swirls grind away and irk
Midst all the rage loud noises in us disdain to Infidel a Turk.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 10:20 AM UTC
Invite me to stay, something in your hands, useful & true,
An equanimity of spirit, even in a mind--level headed too,
Aequus in the animus --balance not shaken by pain or loss
Whirls in the curls don't tilt you off a center--wheel or toss
Emotion in a strait the amygdala fair to middling in stress,
I choose you under pressure, calm a thought, laugh & less,
Cultivate an “even mind”--between the two of us--ante up,
Sitting in the free of us, ah that day we slipped inside a cup
Always steady in a ready, as a night consumes, us--anyway
Warm to undetached--just … unmoved at the core--unsway
Right there in the moment, name it, frame it, catch a breath,
Refine that strength, a rapier in the center slow down death
That silence in the middle--as the swirls grind away and irk
Midst all the rage loud noises in us disdain to Infidel a Turk.
When the mighty forces of the world lets the worries in a hurryies come crashing in, we could use an equanimity of spirit that calms us, eases the pressure, disperses the angry waves into a sweet silent assurance that whispers sometimes it is okay to get lost and make friends with the pain of sadness.
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