life at ‘Unsettled Inn'

 being ‘without' the place

 one ‘wishes' to be ‘in...'

assembled just perceptibly

off vision and thought's

periphery - squatting,

like invading army

sit desire, greed,

impatience and ‘need..'

ahh - this is indeed

the crux of the matter..

can we, in our fateful hour

vanquish little self?

always a part of our unfinished universe,

the need to feel ‘complete'

never able to accept

just THIS..

discomfort, lacking essential satisfaction:

therein lies the ‘rub',

continuously to return to this fearful reality

and face and conquer, with openness

of heart, is my daily

 destiny and struggle..

faith, not blind but oft unseeing, becomes

the warp and woof

of my persistent courage..

I

with bows