Grey days
are just a phase.
A transient flutter by…
The whole of life
Reveals no strife,
Just a current upon which to glide.
Behold the space
Where your dreams take place,
Relax. Embrace. Allow.
Leave the thoughts,
The convoluted plots..
There is no time but Now.
Release the fear,
As you’re getting nearer…
Balance is a form of art.
Face the winds,
Stretch your wings,
And lift off from the perch in your heart.
-alm
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