Look To The Skies For A Chance

I can hear you pant
across the skies
hidden in your room
taking refuge
in the body
to lighten the mind

There is wisdom to be found
in that place
and yet we act in haste
the suspicions of ego
ruining a perfectly good thing

I am not immune
from destroying myself
by challenging the natural flow
of tears that are rivers
some laced with pain
and some filled with laughter

Maybe it isn't a curse to be this sensitive
feeling the extremes
the height of love
and the withdrawal
for in the middle of it
can we not savor
the offering of the peace fruit
the nectar oozing
the more we cherish
it in spirit and in tongue

I forgot to give prayer
overwhelmed by unexpected misfortunes
and in hindsight see
it is the worst thing to do
creating the trajectory
to collect it all

I need to recognize again
the beauty of this natural world
the smells, the tastes
and the crispness of air
and give thanks daily

I know it in my struggling heart
and feel it in my defeated bones

I guess I've been so lonely
that I hoped I'd pass away with the season
instead of rising
as some may have tried to inspire to me to do
with resistance

I don't think I was meant to live a sorrowful life
and perhaps with guidance outside myself
I won't have to