I try to be
strong like a great oak
but the winds of life
(the work to do, the mouths
to feed, need after need,
and everywhere so much suffering)
would push and pull me
till I break
unless
I stay
connected
tightly
to the
unseen
underground
center
of my lifeforce--
my real experience in each present moment,
my feelings,
thoughts, and needs,
as they are, not as
I wish them to be,
relating to them with kindness--
for what's underground is what
matters most-- what keeps me
standing strong, whatever winds come.
In the notebook
