Poetics that pack a punch! LOVE, love this line, Weak, strong, hair on end, knock me down with a feather, or free of everything, zen neutral zoned-out bland.
Did have a drink last night (rare) and later felt the psyched-out zombie in the maze of my own ill head, a run-away mental rolodex of what could or should have been said and watching the way in which I can be so mean to my own perceived shortcoming's. Uggh, hoping for better sleep tonight, holding to that good path you speak of.