When there's too much to handle...

When dreams blaze in technicolour,
And smells get too thick,
When hands can't stop shaking,
And gaze flies too quick.

When sound starts to shatter,
And eyes start to tear.
When heart beats a-flutter,
And breath is no cure...

Drive a stake into the ground
And strike up a tent before the sound.
Find your center, find your source...
Still your breath, be no more hoarse.

Deepen your breath,
Drill into your mind.
Gather each moment,
Boundaries unwind.

Steady each dream,
Focus each curl.
Study each dream,
Until it unfurls.

Follow each sound,
To its very last peal.
A chorus might hound,
Ignore its appeal.

Let softness seek you,
Be caught not in the chase.
Let twilight entice you,
Fight not for its grace.

And suddenly you will find


Mist floats around you,
Sounds lose their edge.
Figures fade to stillness,
Thoughts lose their sludge.

Life can be wielded
As a weapon to be honed.
Or seen as a gift,
To be embraced, enthroned.