posted on Apr, 9 2015 @ 06:12 PM
I used to care about wrong or right,
but what’s the use of that endless fight.
between my left hand and the other.
Much rather see them pressed gently together.
So much worry about maybe & mights
makes no difference, the river flows
and with the great mother reunites.
Were all rolling snow uphill,
what we build someday melts away,
why not enjoy that stunning sight.
words ripple across the lake,
then like magic, their gone
water smiles like the children’s eyes
stillness awaits forever patient.
Letting life write itself,just as she likes.