I think
I’m finally coming
To the end
Of my
Streams
Of thought
Finally breathing
Normally
Again
Finally able
To just
Be
In
The
Stillness
Ahhhhh …

A blank slate
I long to just be
A
Blank
Page
Ready to be written on
In the stillness of the night
An expression
Of life’s
Longing for
Itself
In
The stillness
Of
The night
An expression
Of
Self

I smell the roses
As I slow down
My thought process
It isn’t easy
To come to a place
Of stillness
When my mind
Is racing
And yet
In the stillness
Lies
The dream
The essence
Of be ing
And I long
To
Be still

Running in a breeze
Of tulip smells
And dandelion colours
All adrift
In a sea of
Be ing

Isn’t it funny
Or interesting
That
In the time it takes
To type these words
I have a quijullion  poems
Running in
My head
How do I capture
The intellect
When it’s running
Like the wind

Catching my thoughts
My experiences
My everything
On paper
And paper no longer
Exists
And time
Doesn’t stand still
And I
Am all
I’m meant to be
in this time
so
why am I
still
running

Breathe
In
Breathe
Out
Slow
Down
Breathe
In
Breathe
Out
Awwww
Ahh­hhhh
Trying so hard
To slow down
Trying to stop
The running
In my head
Trying so hard
To be in this world
And
If it’s supposed to be
An effortless effort
Then
Why
Is
It
So
HARD