5-11-25

Maybe, just maybe, I could learn to trust patience, as much as I trust impulse.

Acting impulsively, pleasure seeking, habit, the inevitable, “oh well”,remorse,

self-exoneration, lingering guilt.

Patience, the undeveloped muscle in everyone, refraining from impulse.

To take a breath, to become aware, to notice how impulse dissolves when unfulfilled.

Patience takes root, develops with each use, the hidden power in everyone.

Patience with myself, with others, with this turning world.