Mental Funk

Cotidian malaise
makes opaque
the light of
being alive.
Until the minds eye
looks inside-
sharp with longing
for release
and breathes
out
- Let Be -
till slowly
the fog condenses
and the clouds fall as rain
and the water feeds the fountain
of the spirit
flowing with a
rejuvenated passion.


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My apologies for being away for so long, thank you to everyone who checked in, eager for updates and found none. Mental Funk of 2011 is subsiding and my words are slowly being coaxed back out into the world by a gentle urgency of hope for happiness in a place full of faces earning my trust and moments begging for intimate laughter.