My thanks to the spirit which animates my flesh
More thanks to be near it
when my gears cleanly mesh
For physicality is
compromise
Soul sensuality, but
improvised
Sometimes it works and what
a blessing
Sometimes it hurts and seems
so messy…
Oh, the effort it takes to
keep it together
And not to forsake with a “Yeah,
whatever”—
The practice of peace and
the presence of mind
For the simple release to
the Presence behind
This and that facility, thus
and such capacity
Maintenance of ability with
discipline, tenacity…
I bow to the force to be
found at the source
Where I’m bound by Of course, of course, of course…