Seed of Change

Despite its current sting, I know all paths are the right path

I am tired, beat down, aching, mad and bitter

though, I am forever blessed, my sleepless body craves retreat

retreat from the worrying, retreat from a mind that refuses to stop running

My current path scrambled and purposeless.

I worry, I turn and swim deep in ideas that tangle me so tight

suffocating all signs of peace, calmness and light

"remember", the right angels whisper

"Ideas can be changed

Ideas can change the world

Ideas can make it all possible

but it's time that will bring the true peace to your world"

In looking at me you'd miss the revolution quietly churning, planning

I am planting my idea, my seed of change as I writhe in agony with a smile

Simmering it, like rice, I do not dare stir or peak for reassurance

Today, now, the answer is yes, yes, yes, a million times over YES...

I accept, allow and open wide

Swaddled in trust and blind confidence

My idea grows and gathers the graces of my sweet saints and guardians

spring will bear the fruits of time

But right now it's yes, it's 'allow', my breath and yes of course, the dishes.