Shooting Range Meditation
I need to write, to center myself.
To find that guidance that fails to come
when the pressure has built,
- overwhelmed.
Breathe, feel the peace
and steady hum flow
up from the center of my feet
my legs, my womb, and gut.
The knot in my chest unwinds
down my arms and through my hands,
pull, inhale, aim, exhale, hold, fire
-let go...
I'm pulled in so many direction
there is nothing left of me
to find me, cowering under
the responsibilities and pressure
Breathe, Stand strong
find one target and handle it
-move on to the next.
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