Shine

The sun is shining down on me
and it is glorious.
Reminds me that I’m alive.
I have happiness.
Family.
I am blessed.
Goodness abounds.
Thank you, universe/God/etcetera.
Whomever.
Thank you.
I thank you.

pearls
are my favourite
of all my jewels.
the way they're made,
from scratching, slashing, ocean water splashing fuels
intricate transformation, done in no haste,
but time.
not one is the same,
just like my curls.

These are interesting times,
forced in-doors, distraction-free;
distilling all the fear-mongering themes,
naked and bare, illusions fall, truth is what's seen?

All the chasing’s fruitlessness revealed,
we are but flesh and bone,
could this be blessing bestowed?
Distortions, disillusions, dangers healed; all soul secrets are known?