How I forget to sit myself within you,
Instead of my head with the monkeys jumping
How I forget that you, my heart,
Are where the truth
Lies far more than the upstairs storyteller
Sometimes in need of ritalin.
You, my heart, hold my balance–my center,
Yet even you, at times,
Overwhelm me with your waves.
You rock me like a tsunami,
And my oars are only so big.
So I run to the mind to try to find
They are not there though.
The best paddles are only to be found
In Spirit, always.
I pray that I may remember this.
I pray in Love.