
heart centered,
beating
strong,
while the body
begins
to break,
from the myriad
turmoil,
cast about
during the time
we’ve been drawn out
from
our misery
and
preoccupation
with all
life’s reasons
looking
for answers,
we search
high and low,
and,
ask everyone
we know
yet,
what
we get back
doesn’t portend
to all
we’ve been told
confusion
sets in,
and all at once
we lose our grin
and,
become grim
though,
as we hold
tight to the
knowing inside
we,
begin
to contemplate….
and,
inside
our heart’s
desire,
we find
the key, and
unlock
the mystery
of the self
that inspires,
and is made of fire
exhaling,
we regain
a loss
never so,
and, give thanks
as
our grin
returns,
we nod
our heads, and
thank
our hearts,
in an
ode
as silently known