Member Poem

Adrift in a sightless
foggy realm. A lost triangle. 

Even the ground I am standing on feels moving.

Vague outlines are everywhere surrounding me. 

A big fear has set into my bones with a heart stopping chill
I am breathless at the thoroughness of it.

I breath in and want to tame that thoroughness for a better function inside of me.  Observing without judgment and using that same merciless clear sight to grow in compassion and happiness I guess is what I hear is what I am going to try to remember in the middle of this swamp fog moving shapes place.  Lights.
The Lights of Comfort.  I know they are there.  Telling me it is all right to need to be so openly myself.  Calm down.  Settle down. Relax.  Concentrate on finding what can be some enjoyment from my situations. 

The clammy lapping returns.  I am filled with a morbid despair and cannonized hatred when what I really want for myself instead is to let myself have some hopes on the returns.  I understand, no expectations, but I can feel some hopes some big dreams for the future of myself.