Life is a bumpy road
and sometimes the shocks fail.
You get a puncture
in the heart of the wilderness
with no spare Tyre,
or sign of life in the horizon.
Left with only your soul for company,
you discover the depth of your hollow.
What defines us,
is not what we own or do,
nor who we know or are know to.
For events can turn in a blink,
to sieve the friendly foes,
from the ideally true.
When we are broken down to a pulp,
but we can still smile at the beauty of the sunrise,
or dance to the rhythm of the wind,
we have found true peace!
Inner contentment that eludes many a distraught souls.
For the essence of happiness
is not in the abundance of your bounty.
It is the steady step wrought of vision,
The deep soothing sleep availed by right dealings,
The loving embrace from those we took the time to treasure.
The very pain that breaks us
is the very thing that awakes us.
It reminds our being that when all is said and done,
when the last rays of the sun bid the horizon adieu,
The most important things are those that are felt
hot those that can be held.
The most important things
are not those that overflow in the storehouse,
They are those that overwhelm the heart with radiance
that flood it with warm and life.
Find that, and find true happiness,
for the pain that breaks us,
is the very thing that wakes us.