Elements of Will

by Ravid

(Listen to Alma by Ravid to enhance your reading pleasure.)

The art of the written word is an art of stillness.

Focus is a need, in this moment of time. My mind feels scattered like confetti being thrown into the wind.

Breath comes naturally, yet is shallow like a thirsty creek.

I think of what thoughts will hold me, as I wear a life vest for support.

I review my consumption of this morning. Decaffeinated tea would have been a more appropriate option.

I need to give my entire being a massage, as I feel twisted like chords wrapped together.

Engaging with linear activities would provide me with the focus I am searching for.

I adjust myself slowly, as I ride with training wheels.

Going with the flow will never be me, just as the color yellow will never be the color blue.

I am sensitive to stimuli, almost like an allergy.

Yet, here I am and here I go.

Be well.