Threads woven
Into the shimmering fabric of time
When I close my weary eyes
And meditate I am able to
See across the years of the blind
Years that come and go
Hurts becoming nothing more than lessons learnt
Returned soldiers from a ****** battle of wits
Friends reunited but time has taken its toll
The grass is greener when the rain falls
And a spectrum covers the horizon
Oh how blessed we are when we see what is
Right in front of us
Hunger
Becomes irrelevent
Take your fill
There's a source of plenty
But be mindful
Only when we really believe we deserve
Will we receive the bounty
Which is our birth right
Try to remember
In remembering
You will find your home