When I am distressed
I must ask
what is wrong with me
because most often
irritants, inconveniences,
CTA congestions
are outside my control
and my agitation
only serves to exacerbate
my ability to cope
when balanced, when attuned
to the manifold kalidscopic
thrumming pulse
of the tapestried collective consciousnesses
that make up this painful and glorious Now
of which I am a small but vital part,
when I can find my place in the large and rushing melody
that hurtles our life-stuffed Earth into the vitality of space/time
I can reside in an impervious tranquility
in the knowledge, perhaps faith, that the outside is in good hands
and only the inside
is up to me.
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