at times,
my thoughts are angry, selfish and
bitter…
at times,
my thoughts are painful.
yet i still hold onto them,
as if they are a part of me…
or all of me.
my identit(y)ies.
my self.
these thoughts are in dialogue with my heart.
with this dialogue i sense, i see,
i become aware...
of my lack of gratitude -
my lack of patience and peace -
for all that is...
and at times,
this awareness gracefully co-exists
with the persistent tantrums of my mind.
even when i know, in my soul,
that
i
am
so
blessed.
for blessings exist in every moment of life.
and moments are life.
and, the essence of a moment…
exists in how it
makes you feel.
and,
here we are,
emotions,
rising and falling
with every passing moment.
a continuous cycle…
always sensing for
that middle ground.
where,
no matter what -
all feels right
in that moment…
the moment(s) of eternal balance.
