It descends like a weary fog,
Sending doubt
Scattering through thoughts,
The body feeling slow,
Heavy,
Clumsy.
From where it comes
I do not know,
How it turns clarity
To dust,
I do not know.
What to trust?
My self,
That’s what.
Turn to my self,
Myself,
Myself who loves me, I can trust myself.
There,
There in the shadows,
Almost unseen,
There it lies,
Almost unseen,
But felt.
A soft unease speaks,
About what
You are not sure,
Yet it speaks,
It calls for your attention,
It needs you to hear.
So best be still,
Lest it startles,
Best be still,
Yet quietly listen.
As it speaks,
Quietly listen.
A cascade tumbling down,
Watery sparks of light,
Dancing in the air,
Alive,
Vibrant.
Into a deep, deep pool
It roars,
Churning,
Rippling,
Then merging with the calm.
The pool tranquil now,
Expanding out,
It laps the edges,
Inviting you to its depths,
To peaceful filled coolness.
You enter,
You float,
Sky above,
Earth below,
All becomes one.
Talk now of the higher things,
Love,
Compassion,
Wisdom,
So that we may all
Come together,
Walking forward,
Hand in hand,
Whichever way
We need to go.
Harmony is the tune,
Joyful difference the chorus,
Let it be
That we all
In this world
See each other,
Smile, bow,
And set ourselves,
And each other,
Free.
Three swallows,
Then four,
Eight,
A multitude,
As dawn breaks.
A new world rises,
Sung in
By a host of angels,
As we fly,
Fly high with the swallows.
The world turns,
And so do I,
Toward the horizon,
The future yet to be told.
Promises made,
To be true,
Honest,
To be kind.
To hold in my heart,
Love and compassion,
For me,
For all.
The future beckons,
I welcome it,
With love
And open arms.
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