Written by Shelly Moore
An intangible phenomenon
One we can’t put a finger on
Afraid to even count upon
Hope because it’s been so long
The beaten psyche frowns upon
A possible approaching dawn
In these moments I confess I call upon
Those who’ve guided me since Babylon
I pray, don’t let me be just a pawn
For yet another virtuous moment gone wrong
I raise my ethereal shield to protect me from
The hushed warning a beating heart drowns out with its drum
And the ancestors smile gently unto me
They say, “Oh, our sweet girl, just breathe!
Trust in what we’ve brought to you
Push fear aside and your incessant need to
Control the outcome of each path provided
The outcomes, our sweet girl, are infinitely-sided
One word, one breath, one step in any direction
Can alter the outcome, so no need for further reflection
Just allow things to flow,
Rest your mind and have fun!
You see, the moon does not fret about the rising sun.
The trees do not worry if their branches will grow,
Just as the robins and seabirds care not of rainbows.
Learn from the silent stillness of trees;
From the river that carves its gentle path with ease.
Let life play out as it wants to; don’t force it!
Don’t bind it too tightly like the laces of a corset
Let the long, silky strings hang loosely down
Rid your heart of fear and straighten your crown
Sit upright in your chair and be certain in knowing
Life will always course-correct and keep flowing.”