Someone said there are years that make us
And there are years that break us
There are years that ask questions
And there are years that answer
——
Maybe we are still waiting
Breathing
Hoping
——
I’m simply listening
Listen
To the sound your heart makes
When it is happy
When it is at peace
To the sound your thoughts make
The rooms they paint you
When you are at peace
——
The water looks troubled
But all the dark things
Move in it’s deep
We all have those waters
And if the earth can calm itself
So can I
So must I
So shall I
——
Listen

Writing by hand is the door to life, your life. Good wordings, chapeau.