Sit with discomfort... let it rise...

watch as the subtle art of identification

weaves it's cloth of energies liked and disliked,

and say ever so softly...
to whom does this come... to whom does this come...?

Truth appears when summoned,

the small one sees it's face and bows...
rest in This... rest...

Eat those seeming wanted

and unwanted energies for breakfast.
They will turn to fresh sweet berries,
ripened just for you....

D.D.P.