- Posted: Sunday, June 09, 2002
- 96 words
There is a storehouse of Sanity,
A vault of Love,
A treasure of Kindness,
All bursting at their seams.
Can't you feel the pressure
To just be Light?
Don't the walls of your heart
Ache to break loose and open
The floodgates of Freedom?
You have riches untold,
But have lost the map to the upper regions of yourself
Where you are always overflowing.
So, forget this world with its intermittent streams
Whose waters begin and end.
Search out the Ocean, and stand in Her surge
Until the waves wash away the shores of your soul.