Deluge: Inwardly Disposed

There’s no scarcity
Of feelings surging upwards,
But all this venting is too tedious,
So unskillful and so rough
That I’ve had enough;

Hence, I turn inward,
Driven by curiosity,
Examining the internal world
And finding a devourer with such ferocity,
A wanting mind spinning with great velocity,

Fizzing energy;
Relaxing into chaos,
Letting it gush,
And watching it froth,
Like a foaming bubble bath,

Rich and warm
Like a heating pad,
Complicated and deep,
Like a volcano vent
On an underwater peak;

Steaming through the water,
The feisty effervescence
Dances and fumes,
Forming mighty viscous plumes
That are quickly washed away;

Stormy craving is slowly replaced
With a more tranquil pace,
A quieter flow with barely a ripple,
At last settling down
And resolving to a trickle;

From this I observe
What change can emerge
Without any effort at all,
By simply sitting through the surge.