I wish you knew of the joy it is
that you now exist in my life.
The smile opening up inside of me,
just like a tornado approaching,
like a flower blooming,
like new seeds sprouting on a wet summer night.

I'd like to see it grow,
although it scares me to watch my predictable and safe garden change,
so wildly,
without my permission,
challenging my old and known beliefs...

So, chamomiles, come on in
and bring peace to a troubled mind.
So, prayers, send out your healing calls of compassion.

For now I can only but learn of Love's ways of traveling through me,
All-encompassing,
never judging,
never demanding,
always kind.

Serene is the rain cleaning the wounds deeply carved on my skin
washing away my own judgments,
assumptions,
putting down walls of protection
little by little built around me.

Serene is the rain bringing about change,
revealing naked new born grains,
opening up the pine flowers of self-forgiveness,
allowing me to see you more clearly now.

I wish you knew,
in times when I'm not blind,
I can only but be thankful
For rains, and flowers and the new born grains
are composing something beautiful...
I'll lay myself down and listen.