Union of Truth Digging

I'm digging for the truth, but I take a lot of breaks. It feels good, the digging, makes muscles, increases lung capacity. But I'm used to breaks. Just as I hit my rhythm, as I'm about to be lost in the task, gone like the jiggling tips of sage plants, like the clouds in their dusk shapes, like people making love locked in dreams, unrecognizable, on the edge, of falling or flying, it occurs to take a break, to be found again, to agitate, to loaf, to slouch, to move about awareness, to taunt it and then to feel guilty.