Good Morning, It Is Spring Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

It's brisk enough to make me glad I brought a jacket,
But warmer than it has been.
A piece of my head I lost
Found it's way back home again.
Breathing in slowly is a pleasant feeling,
As my chest rises and falls.
I no longer wonder whether the past influences the future,
Or the future influences the past.
Time bends itself to do all.
And while this lofty concept distresses me to think upon it,
I am at peace not understanding this greater truth.
I feel somewhat more grounded,
My thoughts are less aloof.
No more am I dependent on conventional thought,
And while it used to conceive an inner duplicity
(That with itself once fought) ,
No more do I writhe with cold sweat or twitch with nerves.
I've found that self-realization precedes self-actualization,
And is the essence of what I've learned.