Struck and searching
Flirting and moulding with impossible concepts I ponder on always forever
Point me to change,
I wish to change minds as a gods wishing to change the pattern that rain drops, conscious minds rising to giddy heights of clouds only to solidify and return to Earth with age ready to breath again,
Teach me to move these moments,
Show me to love these precious fleeting things,
Call me to praise and be praised,
I want peace to avail,
I want love to set sail,
Break me open and show me my soul,
Take my parts and whole and make them sing,
Indulge me in nature’s ring and point me to change,
Show me more,
Give me tasks to build my core,
Cut the deepest points to fill and heal,
Watch my courage,
Make me real