Sanguine Patience

False faces and pretentious promises churn my heart, like what the desert storm does to the dunes. I can’t calm down my mind’s twirling turbulence as the friction of fury shatters the shield of restraint. Defenseless and discounted I disintegrate, turn fanatically into discarded debris of indignity, as the cloud of conceit rises from the abyss of intolerance. Patience then fabricates the optimist awareness, the invisible lubricant of the inner dynamics, soothing the grind of exigent intolerant wheels that pound the spirit of my muddled mindset. Calming resilience is my smooth psychic mode, the sense to step back to clearly assess situations, respond sensibly rather than react rashly. Hurt by the tough abrasion of the tumultuous life, patience, an alchemic potion of healing serenity, prevents me from being swept away by the coercing currents of enraged compulsion, enabling me to confront life’s challenges with the innate mechanism of interactive attitude, helping me to construct the durable connections. In the remaining phase of my journey, I cultivate confidently the wisdom of mindfulness, as a virtue that not only elevates my conscience, but flows outward with harmony and momentum, flattening the roughness of my social interfaces, and fathoming the depth of my perceptive essence with the silent spread sanguine patience.