@papa
Chaos
My brain hates to focus; angry, violent, it brays.
Shackled, rabid & broken; as a fiend in its cage.
On those “treats” it’s been choking; gasping, desperate, decayed.
Flow states all but redundant; sparse attention — ingrained.
How to stifle the panic? Frothy, manic, malaise.
How to settle the rapids? Frenzied, vapid, and dazed.
Might it be with a mantra? With a turn of a phrase?
Could a breath be the answer? Meditation with grace?
There may just be no saviour; no way now for a change.
Best make peace in the chaos: with the surf, ride the wave.
papa
https://medium.com/ipoetry/best-make-peace-in-the-chaos-d21e2e8172e0
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