I often feel caught between the crossfire of resistance and the art of surrender.
This is persistence persevering with a heart that is tender.
My mind often seems trapped in a blender;
it tried to convince me that I am no contender against the storms I will weather.
But then, I always remember:
I. Am. The. Center.
Let me find my middle ground again.
I transcend, no matter how far I bend.
I know a little about breaking.
Please, do not forsake me.
My heart often mistakes me to be a vessel of safety.
See, I have been teetering on the edge of what makes me and what could break me, insanely.
Ironically, I find beauty in the struggle to breathe with ease.
We leave our minds to release.
I become unleashed and wait for my moment to succeed, in finding my peace.
This is deep.
In a deep sleep I compete with the disconnected and the complete.
I stand underneath my reality and the imaginary image.
I feel it overtake me, and i watch it all diminish.
I suppose this is what happens when we have the courage to truly listen.
I work with what I am given.

- L.G.