I accept

that there's war

suffering, unjustness

disconnect & imperfection

planets falling

broken hearts...

I stop running and I breathe:

"I so love our differences"

Now I look you in the eye

and accept it all

I'm raising the ceiling

spacious day

beautiful life

For I'm ready

Find something that's

not as it seems, as proof

to remind you

that anything's possible

Then allow yourself

to see differently

And be amazed

It's all for my pleasure - 

the money I make

and what when I cook

draping clothes, the laughter

sweet beauty & nature

the sounds of cleaning

hot feeling of touch - 

all for the pleasure of being

All thoughts, however, I spool

into a halo of gold

that I trade in, for more pleasure