The Wonder of Silence

An Idea

 

I had an idea my friend.

A wonderful idea.

An idea where I had

love and loss.

Trials and tribulations

and feelings unwanted.

 

I felt so separate

So unique.

So in control.

So lost

and wanting to be found.

 

That idea has vanished.

Now my life is a dream

better than I knew I could have

coming true.

 

Occurring is a peace immeasurable.

Feelings unavoidable.

Love inseparable.

Evolution unending.

 

I am not here so I am not separate.

I am everything so I am not unique.

I am by grace so I am not in control.

I am so lost that the idea of clarity

makes me mourn my freedom.

 

Not the half-measured freedom

to get my way.

 

But the over flowing freedom

of getting out of the way.