Centering

All we have is this awesome moment now. Regrets of the past are really useless to consider, and worries about how, or what if, are really utter nonsense. Just focus on your own deep breathe with relentless zeal, or on the music with an intensity that serves to sift out the extraneous and hear basic drum or melodic line is all that matters, and all the pain is suddenly gone and the tension that tightens fists and batters brain and vein with outrageous demand, commanded to disperse in the universe, from which poetry flows easy and diverse.