within this quiet practice
a tumult rages…
rising and falling, emotions fury,
a flurry of remembrances
and fear-
there’s no inspiration that dwells
beneath this painful leveling;
my body is but a tool for soul’s
cleansing; nothing remains hidden
while i suffer at the hands of
karmic reds and blacks and yellows…
nothing! oh to feel the warm embrace
of nothing… to wrap my aching head
around the silence and breath…
but for today, in quiet practice,
i sit and observe the pain-
waiting for a time to be free again