Good advice

You know

What I feel the most these days

Is exhaustion in all this dryness.

Embarrassingly close to tears sometimes

All of a sudden inexplicably moved by beauty or honesty or joy.

But in constant fear

Of the next pang of pain

Or an imminent yet hidden danger.

All the signals and words and images tire me out.

Be still.

Wander through the body

- O please move on your first impulse, again and again -

From muscle to bone to blood

Steadied by breath

Trying to relax into the void.

Feel all that we are

And will be

When everything breaks and dissolves.