Morning Thoughts From Inside A Cold Shed
Aching hips
From standing still
Or
could it be
the damp
Or
Tenacious force
Or
is it from not
relaxing
Into the flow
Of
what is now
All
in good time
My mind, my enemy
The Saboteur
Should of
Could of
Intellectualized planning
The grit in the wheel
Felt
in every joint
Sometimes
all I want
is to sleep
If it wasn't for
the pain
in my head
when
I lay too long
I would
Wishing
Upon waking
all is done
Actualized
Manifested
Not through strife
but through the glide
Of trust
What is meant to be
Already is
