P O E T R Y
When I was a child, I did childish things,
but after a while I lost track of my dreams.
Clocked in, checked out, bought a mountain of things,
but all of my riches weren't as rich as they seemed.
They were screens and machines and getaway plots
--happy hour hands, gold glimmering knots--
But in the search and the seize there was a prayer I'd forgot;
hidden in a cupboard, behind an old rusted lock, whispering:
You have everything you need.
You are exactly where you're meant to be.
Open your heart to this life
and it can set you free.
M E D I T A T I O N