Sometimes we can make neither head nor tail of what we’re feeling. Confusion swirls as the mind and heart find themselves dotted like stars over the expanse of the psyche. What can possibly help?
Staring into space—the mind unaware,
Trying to express the feelings that bear,
Just what seems to harness the issue,
Is possibly destined to conclusively miss you.
Better is the mind captured in focus,
That would be a much better locus,
For better for worse this now is release,
Eventually the experience of mind-blessed peace.
Periods of such emotional or spiritual estrangement collide with our hopes often without warning. Yet, this too shall pass. In the meanwhile, what will we do?
Something that helps is doing something that helps. A focused mind makes for an active body. An active body keeps the contorted mind distracted long enough for such periods to pass. Better to help than to worry.
© 2011 S. J. Wickham.