My thoughts, are like a 3-D puzzle;
Thousands of disparate pieces, floating around,
Waiting for some alignment;
And, for a clear picture to emerge.

The 'must-do' jagged puzzle pieces,
Are fighting to rise above
The heavily loaded 'what-if' obstacles;
For my mind to see through the dark fog of my thoughts

My brain browser screen display
Has hundreds of windows open,
Each with their own graphics and blaring sounds;
Drowning my head, and fogging my mind.

At times like these,
My mind, my thoughts and my brain, needs a soft reset;
Perhaps slowing down the clock, with yoga and meditation?
Shut off the bright lights, and submerge myself in the darkness.

Then, turn ON my thought screens one at a time,
Like spotlights, lighting up a field;
The 'must-do' puzzle pieces, now seem to be aligning
Overcoming the 'what-if' obstacles.

In the midst of this storm,
I can feel my breath, a steady rudder through the stormy gale;
It slowly guides my mind, into the open seas with the blue skies,
Where I can get away from the rancor, and set sail.

This is a storm we must learn to control; 
To survive and flourish, the inevitable.
We must take control, to shush our brain;
Rise above the noise, towards the silence of the hush.