poetry

Panic

Running for the door
Running out of time,
Running round in circles
Running toward the light.

A stone thrown in the water
scatters all of the fish,

A robber among the crowd
separates the anxious.

Fear seeps into every corner
and surrounds us on all sides,
Trapped by our own panic
there is no place to hide.

Enter in the peace-keeper;
the healer of our ills
the messenger of reason
the guide to protected hills.

Follow me, he says,
there is no reason to fear.
No need to run and hide
I will make your pathway clear.

Peace settles over the land
like a blanket of motherhood,
realization comes in clouds
as the way of calm is understood.


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