Making Waves
I woke up feeling very tired,
enveloped by a stagnant pool of lethargy,
yet, fiercely emoting.
Exhaustion engulfed me like sea foam,
but frustration seethed around me
like waves on a beach.
Then suddenly I realized,
‘there is lots of energy here,
in this vexation.
If I could only employ this energy,
then I would be able to
accomplish much.'
When I concentrated
on this notion,
action followed.
The distinction between
reaction and action
dissolved.
Running
I feel as if
I’m training
for some sort of marathon.
Meanwhile,
I’m in one
already.
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