Troubles are concepts believed in

Greenery, screens my vision, the sky, the dirt
Color acts as unison

Seeing every motion in a new perspective
like a new born entering this world

Freshness reaches every sense this body inherits

Strict compassion leaks out from as if nowhere
Totally grounded
yet utterly light
like helium oxygen
for lack of better words

Something stirs, fluttering about
inside my chest, joy, love, a release of every woe
I took to be mine and personal
a story untold
all of it
being let go.

As I allow life to venture this body down a road unknown
trust has bounded me to peace.

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