Broadside: Dark-struck

Well now, after all that,
I appear to be stuck,
Caught on fear again,
It’s running amok.

After miles of meditation,
It’s still the same,
Or it may be different
And I’m just missing the change.

I’m full of worry,
Wondering where I’m headed.
Could it be I’m onto something
Or merely suspended?

Fear, fear, fear,
Making me sweat,
Breathing’s not helping,
I’m only deeper in doubt.

Midnight’s fast approaching,
Another day gone,
Not sure what’s coming,
Should I be scared?

Trust in this moment,
Though it does not last,
Forget about tomorrow,
Though it’s coming on fast.

Any minute now it’s past,
The die is cast.
In the next instant
In acceptance I rest.

Perhaps the best is
Already here.
If I could only see clearly
I’d probably be happy.