Life goes on, in shadow or sun.
We dipped our feet, into the pond, hoping for something sweet,
But what we got was beyond
Our most insane dreams
So strong that we no longer know
If we're awake or asleep,
A pinch won't do the trick
So let it be.
The little inkling of the flower that blooms
Gives me the faith to persevere.
Yet if this beauty fails to emerge
It's not that love has disappeared.
He said it's not our right to fear.
This life is in the speck of light that grows,
in ways we could never see or know
But merely feel, from the throes of change
That rearrange and rock the boat.
Thrusted into a darkness we can't control
That seemed like a forever night.
But could it be? The rain has stopped
So here we go, ready or not
Riding the wave like that wise sage
Who endured the stormy weather
Through many ages,
Now with grace he may proclaim
"Be in the flow;
No better yet, become it."
Life or death, don't overthink it
Treat it like a sweet juice and drink it.
The wind will carry us like a lost trinket
To the sands of a new shore.
And from there, what's in store will not be planned
Not like a grocery list scrawled fast
But more like an open door.
Where a cloaked one stands
And lifts you off the floor, and through it
By the grasp of his hand
"Now can you understand?"
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