war

being at peace

with

who we are

will never wage

a war

only create

unexpected solutions

determining

not to care about

what others

might think

can be a reversed sort of

selfishness

not allowing

to let

what others

might think

determine

who we are

is freedom

fabric

simple gratitude

and grateful simplicity

woven in golden threads

into a fabric of fears

gently but surely

transforming

heaviness

and tears

desperately

it might be

that

the world

so longed for

so desperately searched for

so eagerly wished

to be recognised by

is indeed

the illusion

separating from

reality

engendering

when love engenders

meaning and purpose

meaning and purpose

engenders love

and a circle of abundance

is closed

each and everyone

there is a burden for

each and everyone

no reason to carry more

nor less

than what we are given

and what we are given

is only given us

in order to learn

how

to let go

pouring

pouring rain

softly reminding

how it is when

we accept

our weakness

we grow strong

unexplainable

feeling peace

unexplained

and unexplainable

as a fragrance filling the air

all too aware

it will vanish

just as unexplained

and unexplainable

as it occurred