i went to bed at 8 pm last night
i got up a little before 8 this morning
i feel myself unplugging and i love it
i’m listening to my body; i’ve stopped driving

been on and offline this morning
watched some tv; listened to music
as i was sitting here, i felt myself tense up
for no reason: worry, concern, anxiety

and i let go again

i settled back into my pillows
and decided to write; to defuse
i am remembering how little there is to fret about
what will be will be; it is what it is

i don’t just mean in this moment
i mean about the future
we worry about what we will accomplish
more so about if anyone will recognize it
so i am now recognizing myself

i read my comrades pushing, promoting
driving, shouting, screaming: look at me
i can’t judge it; i’ve done it
but i see (and feel) how little energy i have for it
let go, let god

in my mind, i see a backyard
that i would like to think is mine
the grass is the richest green; there is a small fountain
i see a kitchen; that is small, but warm
i see candles lit and the scent of cooking food

with my eyes closed, in my private space
this vision brings me tranquility
assurance that i am loved
it is what this pictures exudes
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