Clouds are passing
On blue sky
Today seems blur
Tears runs on my face.

I delve in
to find peace,
From silence.

I see a clear pattern
A web of intelligence
Running through my life.

Pain is breaking
The shell
To wake up
The conciousness.
Winds blow
Clearing the fog,
Pushing the goose
Closer to insight.

Nothing is by a chance.
Nothing takes place
Out of the cycle.

The snow goose
Doesn’t need a bathe
To look white,
The wash cleans
The dirt.

The nature follows
The rhythm inside.

So my heart will surrender
And fate will lead.

Mastery of self
Not an easy path,
one step at the time,
Landing on a neutral place…

© Serena Devi, October 2010