slammed up against a wall

short of breath

hands shaking

dreams of crying 

waking 

shaking

little things 

beget big things

and big things 

lurk behind surfaces 

with pointed edges

that pierce

my 

equilibrium

the space I think

hard fought achieved 

dissapears

and I am left 

wondering

who 

or 

what 

I am

I know some things

this too will pass

there will be days

and moments and

years

and maybe

only fleeting seconds

and I wonder

about 

my fellows

as they walk through war

or famine

or loss

they too must have lost

their balance

as I 

and you

and they 

all do

and we dont see

so I practice

and reflect

and pray 

for courage

as must they

for a Tibet state of mind