(c) 2016 by Ziz and Ed Seykota
Last Revision: 2016-Oct-21

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When troubles twist and rend my mood
I mend my soul in solitude.
When green turns brown and love runs rude
I heal my heart in solitude.

I pause and I fall
into the quiet place.

When I attach to worldly aspirations
and compromise to win the brittle race,

I present my shiny knots and tensions
to the subtle solvent, the bindings to release.

I inhale the soothing silent ethers.
They smile upon my spirit and they put my mind at ease.