my habits and addictions
the chaotic windstorm of distraction
that keeps me from my higher path
drowns the sound of inner voice
compels me to fight battles not my own
in the lands of ego
demanding to be my master
in my dreams, in my suffering
he calls and entices
to the promised land
of quick fix
nanosecond gratification
complete attention
stimulus, escape
chasing the last high
clouding my mind
wasting my time
so the healing path to wholeness
is penciled in another day
another week
month
so I don't breathe the very air
that gives me life
habitual
must be my practice
to breathe
to listen
to contemplate
to understand
to nuture patience
focus not on distraction
but on the path that leads
to our soul's joy
