Softly

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A lifetime of
being hard
on self
the way of
harsh discipline
to be right,
virtuous and
good took its toll
on me.
Fatigue took over
spirit rolled over
and joy moved over.
Then one day
the tired fingers
rested on the soft 
of the neck and
sent a tingling 
through the nerves.
Softly I rested
every cell of the body
and lost to the world,
I immersed in self.
Softly, it worked 
and softly,it stilled.