What I need is a referee to slow down the battle inside my head and to stop the clock and the action when there is foul play.  When the mind is offsides with horrific fears, or there’s a personal foul when I take an absurd causal remark to the heart.  Perhaps my heart grabs me by the helmet and tosses me to the ground when the pouty stubborn resistant and defiant one demands my attention.

As a battleground for instincts, I can have no peace.  Let the dear one, Krishna the blue charioteer, lead me between these fierce armies and take me by the hand to a peace beyond my understanding.