there is no more room in this head,
has taken the empty lot,
filled it full of Wild Flowers;
their pungency filling this Nose:
just Bugs & Squirrels
a stream of Birds pass by
between this Mind
& oceans of thick,
nothing but the subtle flutter
of a hundred rushing wings, fleeting,
& the chill autumn air.
stop agonizing over This and That:
allow Pure Mind Sovereignty.
there is no solution to your worries,