We let these subtle things go,
the nagging little thoughts that shroud
the darkening of the soul
through peace
we see the openings between the lines
slipping loose we are unharnessed to the words
and plucking about in the meadows of life
we gather the sweetest as we move through.
We watch the scenery unfold
as we get about our moments in our heart centered place
moving through space,
each second and memory different and of itself,
we accept which is good and true
to simply let go the rest,
like seeds blowing in the winds
we allow them to take space and root
somewhere beyond where our footprints will not grace,
knowing that which we see is just that,
our interpretation based on the history
which we have created within
and we can be set free to wander the winds
and the mountains to meadows
finding beauty and peace
waiting somewhere for us
fertile ground between ocean to ocean,
we set our sights on the skies
wishing on stars that we know always come through,
guiding us to our rightful space,
gathering us loosely like wildflowers
the good seed replanted in time
to produce the beauty of the universe
and the lingering satisfaction
of a new day of life we create
with love and understanding,
we run to take flight, to soar
and to glide effortlessly
through worlds of truth.
