With lifted arms, I part the sea leading to your next port—adventuresome it’ll be.
You’re rich in wealth and knowledge.
Your experience projects you into other realms.
Few trod this path, but through fire’s purging you’re granted this gift.
You’ve been proven a thousand times over.
Understandably so, you do not think your vision to be clear—not true!
The lens you peer through is clouded—deluded by yesterday’s grunge.
Wiping the spectacles clean, what do you see?
From the shore, I stand upon; I see a panoramic view filled with rainbows, cliffs, and seas.
It’s time for me to cross the calm sea—crossing over in lush meadows and fields of my dreams.
I desire nothing for all is whole.
My life’s content—anything else is gravy, I so graciously welcome.
Thank you for this peaceful tranquility, this honored state, a true place of grace and bliss.
In the spring of my knowing, my beginning is fresh—made anew, reset.
As clarity spoke before, now, it’s all gravy…
©2012 Nesi Writes