Clearheaded
Clearheaded
...and witness to the natural harmony
In a dream state,
I hastily scrawled red words
into my black notebook.
But now that I'm awake,
I cannot remember
the source of my bitterness,
and I won't allow anger
to write this poem.
Maybe deep sleep is akin
to the eating of a lotus leaf,
that ancient but lost ritual,
known as conscious forgetting,
or of allowing the past to pass.
When I refuse to push back,
nothing can push on me.
It simply flows right through.
Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows,
but only empties today of its strength.
~ Charles Spurgeon
