maybe when you stop eating sugar

That ceaseless shifting between effort + ease.

And do not forget the small and quiet madness

That is the neurosis of the mind.

Down! Quiet!

I’m sorry. 

I meant to be gentle.

I know you’re cornered.

Would you like a snack?

Some sweetness?

Perhaps, though, I shouldn’t feed it;

Shouldn’t feed what I know to be

a ceaseless line of requests.

A shallow enslavement.

I know it’s a dramatic thing to say,

but really -  what’s more of an enslavement

than my body’s desires?

Can I hear myself?

Do I think myself a Guru?

No, really.

I’m uncomfortable

with how easily this stuff rolls off the pen.

And once I get more comfortable

with the fact that it’s

for no one other than me,

I suppose I could just become…

Comfortable.

These past several days, I have been privy

to a clarity that feels borrowed.

Not the kind of clarity that leads to

“I know what to do.”

The kind, rather, that moves like a 

painless bright shard through my upper crust and

towards the deeper spaces,

lighting them up for moments at a time.

How better to explain?

Well, I stopped eating sugar. The processed kind.

Maybe when you stop eating sugar,

what’s really happening is that crystal shards

begin to grow delicately into your depth

so you can see and feel better.