When the stallions are galloping at a wild speed, its difficult to hold the reins.
Comfort ourselves with excess and indulgences, something to numb the pain.
To exhaust our energy, burn our muscles, and shed litres of tears and sweat; we’re breaking down to build it up.
To be present with our breath, repeat our daily mantras, and be of service for a higher purpose. It’s taken all this to learn we’re enough.
Sharpening the blade of the mind, piercing through our insecurities and doubts. We proceed to answer an eternal question – What is life all about?
Shards of glass and snakes in the grass. Darkness surrounds, at times no faith to be found.
The obstacle is the way, the Stoics have said. We have to grind the grains, to bake our bread.
My soul within is unlimited power.
A hand that blesses, my heavenly Father.
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