Charge: Full Forward

Sleep eludes me
As I wake up early,
But time’s not wasted
As I meditate more.

Three times yesterday,
And twice so far today
I’ve hit the cushion,
And seemed to be well paid.

The same pain
Requires less medication
And less rest;
It’s a remarkable transformation.

Who can say, however,
Whether this is long term
Or merely a coincidental
Splash in the pond.

What ripples may arise
From these results?
Temporary success?
Or, enduring improvement?

Whatever may come,
I’m sailing along,
With the wind and waves,
Charging through my days.

It’s too soon to tell
Where I may be headed,
Whether to an abiding haven
Or an unhappy typhoon of woe;

I won’t know until
I’m arriving
At the next port
Of this striving towards freedom.