Thursday, August 27, 2009

Lightly Pressed

A muddled walk
From tainted talk
My head is controlling my step
Body knows
How mind slows
The reluctant reach of the heart
All that is seen
Is nothing that has been
When mind steps to the front of each attempt
Bind the fury
Dismiss the jury
Release the body’s intention to lead
Flow in step
With mind inept
Movement will besiege
Purity with ease
And I will arrive where intentions do plead
Before the mind reigned ominous and supreme

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