Finding One’s Center

How diligent the effort,

This struggle for happiness,

Especially

The struggle to stay happy.

We see,

listen,

touch,

smell,

and taste

that which resides outside,

when sensorial essence

resides within.

Notice

the singularity of

the butterfly,

the hummingbird,

the squirrel,

the ladybug.

Even the leaf-enhanced tree

among the forest blight,

where fire indiscriminately disorganized

Nature’s mantle of ground-life protection,

knows the strength of inner peace

over outer fear.

That inner core of Nature’s essence

visits all of life,

yet humankind

relies on outside identity,

where the vigilance of Nature’s

creations derive sustenance,

their lifeblood,

their ability to feed off

simple needs,

like water

and soil,

even waste evolving into compost.

Might humans be void

of understanding their greatest

lessons from pain

are the paradoxical joys of healing?

That heat of passion,

and coldness of loss,

are but the yin and yang of Nature’s design?

A tulip will open to the light by day

close its petals and go within the darkness of night,

not to escape

but to recharge.

So much to learn.

So easy to access.