By
Carson O T P Alexander

When crosses n rough paths inhabit my path towards a goal,
Despite pleas of logical thinking of reasoning,
Coming from my heart n soul,
2 avoid frustration n anger flames settling in my mind,
Throughout the hours of day n night,
From Here on end I embrace whispers of invisible lights,
Making room for a soothing delights,
When there is no sight for solution blys,
Making More space 4 descending sighs!
Repetitions in many formats,
Like the ancients wise,
Leaving us Holy Chants that cushion both body n mind,
Descending are patience twines in bits,
From the skies,
Till Heavenly Angles in League with Modern Allies,
Bring relief of calming Tides,
When there is no sight for solution Blys,
With bits of power left inside,
Making More space 4 descending sighs!