in all of this, given and taken,
i feel at ease only while a distant piece of adhered.
attempting to find something capable within me
of love and of light in the same,
difficulty breeds difficulty, trying to find a deeper center
a truth within this absolute falsehood of manifestation
breathing because i must, has become tiresome
waking because of things i must do, instead of being rested
lost, in circles of why nothing i attempt to do works, or
does not work, i am happy, i am happy, i am true
i repeat and attempt to find the understanding of this
current moment
