Sometimes,

What we know
May not be so.

What we want
May not be good for us.

What happens
May not be what we expected

We may believe
Our blessings are being blocked

When really the block
Could be the blessing

We’re seeking

We must learn
To bend like the trees.

i’d do anything for you
but would you do that for me too?

i used to think a definitive yes
but i’m not so sure anymore.

so i swallowed my thoughts
like bubblegum
& went back to just existing.

You
     can’t
do
     what
you
      don’t
know.  
        If
you
      really
want  
       to
do  
      what
you  
      truly
love,
       you
have
       to
Learn
       how
to
    LOVE
🧡

Natural innocence
and simplicity,
a glorious arc
of rainbow charity.
The pulling of silk
through the loom,
a magnificent child
of the storm.

Holding pureness
feeling my love
without knowing.
Asleep at the wheel
of just being born .
The silence was deep ,
sweet and sad .
Her every breath was
a provision of
sacred order .

I had an absolute
vision ,
a prelude of silent
music .
The wind sang
sweet melodies
born of time
and starlight.

The music asked questions
of the breeze,
to butterflies and angels .
But , was answered in
a thunderous storm.

Disintegrating realms
of hope .
Who will advocate for
a beloved soul .

Life’s wounds move on
but , we are left
with the scars .