Funny how things work.

The Universe answering a beckoning call.

Not knowing how to control urges,

asking for help,

asking for a cease fire within.

Prayers answered in the most unconventional way,


comical, even,

yet absolute.

Nothing beats the finality of when,

all comes to a halt.

Frustration at first,

but freedom at last.

“You set yourself free.” U says.

“No, you set me free.” I say.

Abundance of space,

of time,

of mind.

All possibilities await.