And we walk in shadows,
always asking for something,
always hoping to be seen,
heard, loved…
Yet trees grow tall, so old,
unconcerned with this and that
or who they might be today,
or tomorrow…
Eventually we too will be relieved
of this duty to be…
and simply exist
unaided by the silly idea
that there is anything
we need to do
to be
beautiful…
Eventually we will simply open our eyes
and smile….
and smile at the brilliance
we had mistaken
for something
dangerous,
something terrifying,
something we assumed was unneeded,
not yearned for…
yet always
right there
at the door
knocking softly,
not wishing to intrude,
to shower you in the taste of freedom…
in the grace of unbounded love
Nothing to do at all…
nothing at all…
You are so beautiful my eyes
dissolve
in your brightness,
my flesh turns
to light.
© Daniel Cryns 8/2012
2 Comments
Beautiful and talented!
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So glad you have decided to share your gift! What a wonderful way to express your inner most self!
Self acceptance, man that is a tough one. We are truly our own worse critics !
I look forward to more from you!!!