A gentle stream of thoughtlessness is flowing through my head.
No more is there that feeling “I wish that I was dead!”
No more the storm and tempest, that was every other day.
No more plunging in that deep, deep pit; prison for my soul.
No more will I wake wondering “Is it tempest or the hole?”
At last I’ve found a vessel that keeps my even keel.
At last I wake to morning knowing just how I will feel.
At last I feel like I am whole, proud and strong and free.
And Mindfulness has put me there; now I can just be me.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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