Lost and found.

We are all lost. Lost in the future. Lost in our lives.

Tomorrow is a new day.
Bring me a golden basket – I won’t be surprised.

How will we cope with it all, and stay sane?
What do we need to learn? And why is the lesson mundane?

But then we get up in the morning.

Fresh sheets. Glorious sun, cought in the curtains.
Birds soaring above.
We know our truth is always inside.
No one needs to point that out.

We grasp to make a difference.
We resist to prove the point.
We want to change the outcome.
Oblivious- that was the joint.

Crisp air bursting inside – its own kind of art.
We can be found, while being lost.

If we wide-open the heart.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Read other Posts

+

…and then, it really is just business.

Ever since I put an “entrepreneur” label on myself I lived by the motto of “it’s not just business, it’s personal.” Until I realized  that […]

+

Stop asking what others think

Don’t get me wrong! Having many advisors and counsellors is critical. The key here is to remember what “critical” is FOR. Is it critical because […]

+

Don’t know what to do? Do this.

Are you feeling like life is going by way too fast? Days are piling on top of each other and then tumbling in front of […]