Prodded by J. Tristen Begay

Being Prodded by J. Tristen Begay

 

Too much suffering

Sensing no way out

My insides heave

Twisting and coiling.

 

But you Great Spirit

Prod me to wake up

To stop wasting away

By mellowing out.

 

You insist

That I care

For myself

And more

 

I see the water,

The rocks and trees

And people on the street.

I reach out.

 

Finding my center.

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