The center most part

There are days when things can seem bleak,

life a playing field of different shades of gray,

when taking one more step takes exertion

and the body so tired that it desires,

hopes, for the earth to reach up and embrace,

absorbed into something immense,

blotting out thought.

It passes, this dreary walk down sand covered walkways,

transient states leading to something else,

the grays will again fade and vibrancy will return,

and for a time smooth sailing once again.

So what?

It is all gift this life of shifting inner landscapes,

to be and think and feel and emote,

what a complex mix of wondrous experience,

each needed to top off life’s balance,

for the gray’s and the pain and the chaos,

forms us just as do the joys and the love,

each passes one to another.

Patience brave soul

the wheel turns and in the center most part,

that turns not at all,

that which within simply observes,

there you truly dwell in graces embrace.