Looking for more leaves so much behind
We break our brains just hoping to find
Something truly worth feeling
Not transactional dealing
In you are the answers to the questions you’ve asked
Yet we attended schools in the hopes that we’ve passed
The measure and bell curve
What we want or…
Joy is a gift bestowed to the ready
Life is a chore requiring a steady
Moral compass, hope, insight, passion, truth, adventure
Or perhaps a nap when we really can’t venture
Farther into the greater chasm of the great unknown
Look to see what is given not told or easily shown
It wasn’t ever going to be easy
There’s no such thing as power or glory
You are the answer to the questions you seek
You are the truth when your voice gets to speak
Simple is something we don’t get to endure
Hope springs eternal… of that I am sure.
Suffering is sublime and struggle a gift
And your duty is not hard, it’s simply to lift
The you that you were who you see in a stranger
Out of themselves and t’ward safety from danger
You can count calories, deeds, actions, possessions or money
But you know nothing comes from counting those false “blessings” honey.
If you’re still lost in the trappings of some day
Know that choices will find you and say:
“Today will happen if you embrace it or hide.
So be there completely with your arms open wide.”
Kindness is simple you know when you are.
Path of least resistance will lead you, not far
You are the author of the fate that you choose.
You own it.
With that you can’t lose.