Introspection
I can feel the beat of a drum in my chest
It beats, regulating the highway systems
That course through this vessel of life
If there is enough concentration, maybe
There will be felt the passage of
Platelettes through the tunnels and
Chambers, the feeling of oxygen passing
From carrier to host like a waltz
Where life cannot be but sacrosanct
I can feel the swirl of thoughts in my mind
It whispers, coalescing into dreams and ideas
That plant themselves firmly in this fertile brain
If there is enough tranquility, perhaps
There will be known a serenity of spirit
A resounding restfulness in the soul-home
From which will spill claravoyance
Within the murky waters of solicitude
Where Self distilled rises to surface
