The Top
A river is trying to flow, I feel it from within
I sit in attention, to witness it in
This energy, I’m not sure if it’s free
Where it’s going, we’re here to see.
This energy is very stubborn in the way it sits
In my head it’s bulging, where it barely fits
It’s trying to burst or flow somewhere
What I need is a plumber to fix it’s share.
As I sit and feel it has a pulsing of its own,
Like a frequency that is not well known,
It doesn’t have the same rhythm as my heart,
As it’s beating to the tune of its own part.
I don’t know where to take it from here,
Do I just feel it, and acknowledge it exists?
From my past I know the key isn’t to resist,
For now this energy in my head will stubbornly persist.
