Sometimes my mind is like a holler monkey on weed,
Swinging from branch to branch,
Looping here, and then there,
With no direction in mind
At others my thoughts are centered and at peace,
Focused on the path staying,
Thinking deep thoughts
That we all have from time to time.
At times my body agitated
Refusing rest seeking it knows not what,
Something other drawing it down frantic paths of useless activity,
In the end wasted energy leading to fatigue.
Still there are times when my body is contented
Seeking on what is in the moment,
Sensing grace in all that is done
Open to restful contemplation.
There are days when my heart is at peace,
Flowing with love and empathy for others
Seeing only good,
At peace with solitude.
Then storms come and my heart is filled with fire,
Rage and anger seem to split it apart,
Blind to others and their needs,
The struggle deep to stay centered and on the path.
At peace or conflict, at rest or frantic,
The center holds
The embrace open,
The invitation never withdrawn.
True rest sought hopefully one day to be found.