Member Poem

In waking a knot begins
To work it's way
through my stomach,
Tightening and twisting,
Dread and worry
My old friends.

Thoughts of leaving
My body here,
distracted,
While I float down stairs,
Free from my stomach,
Free from my mind,
The suffering it causes.

I would be energy,
A light glowing orb
Of pink and blue,
Bobbing along,
Floating out the open window,
No more worries for awhile.

On entering
I would feel different.
The space would expand
Making me present and aware,
Accepting of
all experiences.

The children's shouts
Wouldn't make me jump
Anymore,
A lightness and a trust
in the universe
stamping out all the dread.