Honestly

I discovered what that feeling is,
percolating in the back of my mind,
unwilling to admit and determined not to judge
allowed the pressure to build
until my best effort to suppress failed,
and as I stepped into the kitchen,
that feeling like a greased pig,
escaped my hold.

It slipped by my resistance to acknowledging all my feelings,
and off in the distance forever watching
the internal referee
placed the yellow card
back in his pocket.

I think a lot of people
touting spiritual messages
are full of crap.

Having Said it, I feel at peace.