YIELDING TO FINDING MY INNER PEACE

It’s where the sky meets the earth,
Blending at the horizon
Seamlessly becoming one
Just like me, walking my path.

From the time of my own birth,
I remained with my eyes on
Searching until I am done,
Without causing any wrath.

With everything I now know,
I let go of all my thoughts,
Enjoying the brief moment
When nature reigned once again.

I watched the sky’s colors grow,
Soon vanishing to their spots
Once they finished their assignment,
They returned, as I said amen

I question, if I’m ready,
Taking finite time to track
Each and every one of them,
Without uttering a word.

My slow pace remains steady,
Despite wanting to look back
Hoping to meet all of them,
But I kept pressing forward.

Using flamboyant colors,
He painted the sky without
A brush, a palette or tools,
Yet, a masterpiece took shape.

As if they’re my ancestors,
Sending greetings, leaving doubt
They were here to follow rules,
When they let their souls escape.

I avoided the masses,
By walking past any crowd
Resuming my walk, I slowed,
So I could watch nature’s show.

The occasional car passes,
Leaving a dirty dust cloud
Blinding my view of the road,
Guessing at which way to go.

Following the rural route,
Without having a penny
Listening to a scripture,
To avoid the devil’s strife.

Staring into destitute,
With my worn wallet empty
Except for the one picture,
I carried from my past life.

 

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