I want to say it’s alright.
I want to say you can sleep now,
but then I think of Rumi…
How can the world be ending
when there is music on the radio
when somewhere a new life is being born
right now and now and now
I’m tired of the promise of more,
and how it always makes me
feel less.
How much can one possibly need?
Hope is there alright
but you have to let it;
you have to let hope
tip the scales…
Be not silent.
Do not sideline yourself
to the imagined power of another.
I go to the earth,
to ground,
to lay down,
place down
all the things I cannot carry.
Today the world is too big
and me, too small in it.
The people, too many,
the problems, too complex…