My soul rests in me, waiting with patience,

My attention must bend on not seeking haste,

Coming into your own means knowing your own place,

Only in deep relaxation can the senses seek an end to taxation,

And let the body go lax, beyond life's perspiration,

Preparations at hand, demands need be met,

The actors make stands, full tall and erect,

Posture meant to avoid a fall, upright and integral,

And the one's not involved, left out and jealous,

The high and mighty seek flighty fancy treats,

Like luscious rich wines and salted cured meats,

Prosciutto and cantaloupe, success filled with hope,

While rock stars blaze the sky with personalities high and doped,

I am only a little person, often hidden in Time,

Only knowing myself when I'm being more kind,

More giving, more loving, much easier to be,

A little life with simple gifts is what I hope for me.