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For Comfort 

                            dedicated to Rob Weatherston

Stop wanting.
Take your mouth off your mind,
the tasting has made you crazy.
Back off real smooth.
Back off without trying.
It's just the next moment now.
Notice your surroundings,
the weight of your hands,
the quiet sound
of breathing, your chest rising
regular as wind.
The body lets down windows
for the calm to come in,
the wafting silent bell
of your heart
alive in there on its own.
It doesn't worry
and neither should you –
sooner or later
everything comes into view.