Tattoo my mind to the wall
follow the footsteps of fear
trekking thoughts through fostered
mapped motorways of congestion
triggering traffic through endless enclaves.
Cocooned in myriads of anger
I pause the journey of thoughts
that lead to anxious moments
substituting to a path of peace
and stand against all consumed.
Emptiness is fuel to the fullness
to nourish tranquil, tenuous, and tepid
mindfulness meditation practice
pursuing an inner balance
which holds a special silence
to contentment, insight and wisdom.
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