Inner Peace. What a concept. How do
We suppose--wonder-- through religion?
Through connection? Through the
highs and lows? What is the key?
The world doesn’t deal in absolutes
The truths never fall in the same
Pond as the words “always” “never
“Totally” “literally” “basically” because
Those words contemplate a world
That chooses each day by two colors -
I know you’ve heard it- the world is
Gray, uncertain, ambiguous, chaotic,
But I’m here to share a new idea.
My world is no simple gray - hell
Gray is mad depressing but my
World is filled with joy, light, and shine.
I literally dance down the streets
Bouncing on our moonbounce concrete
Blanket because life, whoops don’t say that,
Don’t kill me, about to pull a cliche,
But forgive me, life, well - Life is Divine -
The buildings trees and houses all around us
Are bright when we twist and form them
In our minds, pearlescent mint pyramids,
Smooth lavender transcendent windows,
The shrubs appear majestic - greenery goodness
That moves. One thing about life - whoops!
Another cliche, is that life, - Life goes on -
It constantly moves- even thinking about this second
In time and it has already passed. And we try to hang on
To the second by dividing it into nano-milli-half-quarter- seconds,
Scraping the increments, but let’s be completely honest
This movement is a blessing. And it’s all around us too!
The waves of the East River ripple and move faster than
Any quick run- quick think- quick sit-
The grass waves smoothly in the folds of the wind,
The sun sets and rises, our days continue, the clouds stride along
And none of them are complaining.
Nature’s pretty cool because unlike humans,
nature is cool with change.
Our animalistic selves- fear change, avoid it, try to run away from it
As fast as an Olympic sprint, but all the craze can be subdued.
Just like our heavenly clouds move at a steady pace,
We must study this tranquil movement and think “Yo! I can do that!”
“Channel my inner cloud!” “Channel that blade of grass!” - moving with the wind.
Uncomplaining, seemingly content, because why freak?
It’s just a wave.
Waves pass. They come constantly-
Movement - isn’t peace - it’s hard to navigate - but it’s ephemeral -
And beatable. Peace is letting oneself go, keeping oneself in check,
Considering both odds and ends, but facing fears,
Smirking at them, and understanding oneself.
We must take notes from nature- breath it in-
Soak in the water- and warm ourselves with the rays of the sun-
These yellow, green, blue and white friends of ours are special,
They don;’t speak qualm, boss, fight, annoy, but still
They are living, breathing organisms. What a dichotomy!
Man and nature are meant to be one- it’s been said- I know,
Walden, Thoroeu, even Allen Poe! But bear with me,
A simple youth, discovering herself-
Peering with tiger eyes between the grass,
Laying on a pink donut floatie in the sea,
Sipping from a pineapple shape smoothie,
Climbing trees in her mind-
All these thoughts running circles in the brain like
Pick me! Pick me! Oh! That’s good! But wait!
I could write about that- nah, let’s just stick with
The basic few -- life goes on, yes literally,
Yes basically, but most- in its entirety-
Considering all odds and ends,
Life is DIVINE.
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