My head is filled with

My head is filled with thoughts that fight for space

inside my skull- a throng I can’t escape.

I’m losing ground and balance, panic gapes-

a flash of hands, holding a downward mace.

My feet have given way, I’m on my knees-

submission’s just a breath away when the light

discriminates, dissolves my crippling fright.

In dawning consciousness unfolds life's breeze.

Cross-legged, with heels aligned, I meditate;

each breath a birth that travels up to bloom,

expanding chest and lungs, to pause fulfilled

in joyful unison, we thus create.

Released, the air flows back into my womb,

reviving soul and body- prãna-thrilled.