The GOD Within, Poems and Paintings by Keith McHugh

OHH!!! You Incessant Insect..

You make it hard to direct my energy,

Positively, Peacefully.

Why do you keep pestering me?

Investigating every inch,

Of what you can see.

I'm feeling the pinch,

The sting,

Them little legs Tickling,

In my hairs wiggling.

My hands are waving,

Slapping.

My Nerves are snapping,

I must be over reacting.

They must be attacking,

I'm retracting,

Packing my things.

through the sound ,

Of buzzing wings.

Emotions are raising,

"It's so FRUSTRATING".

Then my Heart Sings,

As Nature brings,

It's smallest and bravest,

insects, here to test,

The patience of her subjects.

What we reflect,

Through are reflexes.

as my energy progresses,

through this session.

Present in the sensitivity,

And bravery,

Of the incessant Insects,

Directing me.