I find I’m looking for fear
with a background trembling
in anticipation of its discovery.
Why does my mind willfully seek out
that which engenders this shaky unrest?
My body yearns to move
while thoughts, suspended in space,
inspire little if not lethargy.
Two wires twined inside a sheath,
allowing a human be(com)ing to survive.
One goes to the production of energy,
physical. The other immobilizes
the very vehicle to my liberation:
the yang, the yin.
The pureness of wondering how
to sink further into feelings
soothes my ruffled collar;
and I breathe more deeply,
now out of intention.