it seems so simple to walk,
to place one foot before the other
in the world,
to do so without thought
is to miss the gift
of all that is on offer:
do you see the world,
the flowers in their vibrant blooms,
the faces of those on their porches
turned up to the sun,
do you hear the laughter
of the children at play,
do you stretch out your senses
to feel the calm of the nature,
do you allow yourself to become one
with all that surrounds,
do you let yourself
know peace
Costs
each moment
is another cut
from a knife
held by those who
are supposed to lead;
they stab at us
without respite,
nothing is good enough -
no effort,
no result -
we are always made
to feel wanting;
there is no enough,
there is only more,
demanded from the backs
of those who are broken,
it is the only cost
they aren't concerned about
Substance
be of substance
in all things;
leave the emptiness
of flash and flair
to those with something to hide;
reveal yourself in time -
fully formed
in values
and in mind -
far better to be
slow but complete
than hurried and half-baked;
you have nothing to prove
to anyone beyond your mirror,
you know who you are,
you know what you believe,
this is what gives you substance
in this world