The Traffic Jam

my streets and highways are 
filled with motor cars of emotions
intersecting with the innumerable
commuter trains of thoughts
all milling in all directions
vibrating in constant motion
in my city like mindscape

some thoughts honk loud 
some silently trudging along

some emotions clog the exits
some still stuck on the in ramp

and often these web and mesh like
arteries get blocked, choked
paralyzed by the chaos,
prone to road rage, 
falling in fatal collisions

so I breathe, deeply into the 
heart of the confusion, 
inhaling and exhaling, slowing
the breath, heart, and mind

and like a loving traffic conductor
I, in song, guide the emotions and 
thoughts by the dance of my arms 
moving them back on their way out 
of the center 
craving to be cleared, 
because my core 
only seeks stillness, 
and joyful emptiness
so it can constantly blink green 
for all incoming divine signals, 
and thus fill my city 
with cosmic creative motion.

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