Trouble flows from the mind
In a slow exodus
For the pitiless seas
Of our time

When I ease and dissolve
Into a warm train of thought
Every step is but a dream
In the wisp of our day

I breathe eagerly
Light and untethered
High above
All the tremors of the ground

When trouble is undone
And I’m blissfully overrun
With this bountiful life
Stocked, with the power
To thrive