In the gentle haze of emerald leaves
Is balm for minds wrestling with unease
With a sweet green goddess solace found
In the garden where anxiety is unbound
She whispers to an overanxious soul
Dancing to a peaceful melody to console
Elevating my spirits to a celestial flight
Consternation disappears into the night
When panic's fierce storm comes near
The green goddess is a repellent of fear
A guardian peering out from a viridescent cloud
Providing respite from an overzealous crowd
Let the embers glow in a serene embrace
In the garden of green anxiety finds its grace
A sanctuary with a heightened sense of calm
The power to reactivate these hues in my palm
'Excited's' a word causes conversational bother
Exhilarating in one sense, overanxious in another
'Don't get excited,' ... 'No, do' ... 'No, don't'
~ Alright, already. I will, but I won't
O pilot of my whole being! O Soul! Spirit! Atma!
O, you that leads me to the absolute Paramatma!
O, I yearn to connect with you! Communicate! Converse!
O, I long to touch you; feel you; in you to get immerse!
I'm as weak as a jellyfish; unable to hold me,
I try all the ways, to go within, like novice rishi;
I explore my self - like a saintly sage - my past, present,
I try my focal point; to this my energy I spend...!
Do I, like greedy rich, lean on my material wealth?
Or, like hypochondriac, overanxious about health?
Or, as orthodox mice, raffle-rousing, terrorizing?
Or energy wasted thinking of adversely acting?
Now, like an alchemist, I tread into my magic lands,
Like a researcher - study, synthesis, weigh wetland sands;
Like a naturist, explore beauty; ponder! Contemplate!
Like farmer, plow; manure; cultivate; irrigate; harvest!
I examine my frequent existence; stop, look, and walk!
I wait for signs from within; only inner voice I talk!
I place my hands, on my heart, and question my intentions,
I make my yatra within; walk moved by intuitions...!
02 January 2022
On the beach he sees among the crowds
Nebulous drifters who act like clouds.
They're beach-sitting to carry out schemes.
Hard-hitting waves followed by extremes -
Earsplitting voices - can they be screams?
Beach cops are like overanxious moms,
Every suspicious act - a time bomb.
Always watching out for out peeping toms,
Carefully checking each pier with qualms.
Honor the beach cops for keeping calm.
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Stretched beyond limits
of ability
to participate in
open heart
nakedness
rebuilding
dead bolted
resolution
to
never
be
here
again
by myself
without
[hated] cynicism firmly
in place
in overanxious
anticipation
of indefensible abuse
by
your diligent perseverance
to turn
me
into a
fiercely hated
H E R
I feel safe here
Far.
Removed.
From.
You.
Brave,
Cowardly,
Strong,
Weak,
Battleing within,
A touturous feat.
Intuition working fiercly,
Don't try and coerce me!
Questioning, wondering, double checking.
Pushing, wanting, struggling.
Who knew what monsters lay within.
Daytime fighting,
Nightime pondering.
Overanxious feelings?
Obnoxious dealings!
Little men atop each shoulder.
Arguing,
Pursuing.
Good: Evil.
Hero: Villian.
Day: Night.
White: Black.
Day: Night.
Dark fight;
Brigth light.
A beakon of hope coming nearer
Falling, falling, screaming, yelling.
Scared of never knowing,
Frienship still growing.
Promises broken,
To a heart left open.
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