Grace

Patience marches away
Sometimes the exodus is through a sigh
A simple exhale of release-
Senses closed in benediction to your God.
Prayer for simplicity,
for Tao’s uncarved block
peace of mind or hell or whatever...
anything that will pacify the next instant.
Creeping, sluggish, demons of doubt
wait to drape about you
but a sudden rush of wings around
you fans them a w a y.
Your chains are freed.
Your thoughts are your own.
No longer borrowed.
Breathe.
Until the girl you once were laughs in your ear.
Easy now.
Calm
To be one whole heartbeat
within the chaos.
You become the zen
The sleeping eyes in the restless wake of day.
To resume once more.
Doing -Being -
Whoever you were two minutes or twenty years ago.
Simple, your own earthsister,
soulmother,
born both of fire and rain.
Once again, humbled by the divine
Grace
you’d forgotten.