At times I feel as though
I’m lost in a fog of Love.
Distant from the noise around me,
and taken by the stillness
that beats my heart.
Reminded of soulful rest.
A million things to be thankful for,
a billion things that I am fine without.
All is well, so I speak of wellness;
nothing else seem relevant anymore.
For don’t we know it always works out,
even when fear knocks on our door?
Letting go of the stresses,
releasing the fight.
Whistling without caring
and watching beauty unfold,
my eyes seeing divinity
like watching the seasons grow old.
So I Love.
And Life does what life does.
I still Love.