We find our rhythm
In much the same routine.
We meet different people
That color our lives
With dignity and love,
And leave a lasting impression.
These instances are rare.
We go round in circles,
Making our indentation
In life, the world and time.
Like a beautiful sea shell
We become a treasure
Through our experiences,
And our gifts.
drumming so slowing so coming be something
looking so screaming so crawling so being
drinking so lifting so splitting so changing
coming through something closes in and
then a truth breaks free, breaks in, breaks down
barriers are buried and sticks in the mud
are pulled out. so what’s the truth? is there
such thing as truth? is there anything true?
anything trustworthy? is there anything safe?
anything worth investing our lives in?
is there anything worth living for?
can we trust ourselves to make a sound
and clear judgement? is that possible,
in these times? can we break free of media
bombardment and peer pressure?
what other factors cause us to twist our
values, change our minds, compromise our
priorities? where is your heart?
there is your treasure.