• Brian M Winningham

Level

Every gentle coming of the sun, you seek

Quiet interludes of introspection and gratitude

Useless churning thoughts noticed, accepted, and cast

Away with each healing breath out from your

Nose, hope and joy fill your chest with each

Inhalation, a stalwart knight for compassion and love, a

Mentor for wisdom and freedom, no thought or emotion

Included or judged, experience sublimely reality’s

Transience, with calm, even, self-possessed, tranquility

You walk the level path.



5 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Three things I learned from my very first breath: However well you do; next time you must do better yet. Do exactly as I say, but don’t you dare do what I do. Children must not speak unless they are s

Running and running and running Only ever serves to make us tired. Can’t even find the traction to escape This trough in which we’re mired. Our soul might only be an electric ghost, And entities we pr

For EAW Sharp as knives, my thoughtless words slice, Cutting deep and easy as an assasin’s razor. It isn’t blood that flows but tears from her eyes, While she tries to pretend to not let it phase her.