There was a cloud
hanging over my head,
and it darkened me.
Its a rage that when fed,
makes the whole world unlovely.
You can pick
your own poison,
it doesn’t matter which one,
injustice, politicians, religion,
anything that you find wrong,
under the sun.
Observing that my raging feeling
hurts me more than it hurts you,
I set a course for inner healing,
its really the right thing to do.
Aligning to a loving meter,
I dismissed the drama on stage,
got swept up into something sweeter,
and now we’re on the same page.
So going forward,
my practice will be,
to dispel fear from my reality,
anytime that my spirit and me,
feel a rise from an angry sea.