At peace

At peace, my hands mudra-clasped await,

No care for storms or the deepest sea;

I rant no more against hurt nor fate,

For lo! myself shall return to me.

I ponder my haste, I hasten delays,

For nothing avails this life a maze;

I strive amid the eternal ways,

Aware that mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, in future or today,

The loves I seek are seeking me;

No storm can drive my soul astray,

No tide to change my destiny.

What matter if I'm all alone?

I wait with serenity the coming years;

Me, myself shall reap where hath sown,

Whilst filling its essence of tears.

The birds come to the trees of high,

The flowing waters unto the sea;

No hurt, nor grief, nor pain, nor sigh,

Can refuse my own away from me.

"Walk on a trail of loving kindness
Walk on a path of compassion
And all else around you will be beautiful."
Every Blessing