Disappearing Act

Today at the temple 

The air was clear 

The clouds were high 

Above the Santa Barbara 

Mountains

The breeze was cool 

My mind ran hot 

Just like the old cars 

With their radiators steaming 

On the California mountain roads

Should I or should I not ? 

What will he think 

     And should I care ? 

Can I give up

     Must I not 

Which is 

     What 

Where and 

     How 

and why is it 

Always all 

My fault ?

I will not sit. 

I will merely bow. 

Myself and myself 

     Converse 

But then

I get 

Settled in

And ask for help 

From above 

As if by magic

I am transported to where 

My mind can get 

     Some air . . .

The poor overworked thing 

Allowed to rest 

To expand into 

     Whence it came 

The feeling of 

Relief 

To again visit this 

Realm 

The feeling of 

Joy

Indescribable 

I give thanks 

I have found 

     This place 

This place inside 

Where I can go 

To disappear. . .