When the wind gets in my head it messes everything up
Blowing the debris of a crashed ego into the corner of my eyes
Blocking vision peripheral, narrowing my scope of sight
Inverting my pyramid of power thoughts
How do I get the wind out of my head?
It blows my mind in a different kind of way
So I’m trying to find the centre of my equator,
Where calmness sings,
And meditate not medicate
But the pressure gets high and the pressure gets low
And the winds speeds up, and with a with a greater force blows
So I get down on my knees, put palms to ground
And forehead too; almost fetal
And let the wind blow past me
Until it is safe to rise again.
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