How lucky are the flowers, everywhere
those in gardens, those in back streets,
those that grow wild

I want to be like they are, everywhere
I want to be, just to be who I am
who am I, truly?

the world has told me, everyday
I must grow up, become an adult
buy usless items than bring no happiness

I have lost me

the world stole me away, everywhere
took me and replaced me with
fear, anger, resentment

how do I discard them, they cling at me?

where am I, where do I look, everywhere
no, just go inside
and listen

but the inner voice is so soft everywhere
listen more, be still
and know who you are

truth is not in knowing,
but in being
Just Be

Moira Levant © May 22 2019
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