Let us open the first book of happiness
behold the chapters of wisdom
fulfilment is not custom made
insight is rare in our frugal kingdom
Some will lose prudence;
others may find the holy grail
Without compassion humanity wilts;
therefore breath love when you exhale
Holding on to nothing can be liberating,
even if the universe moved in retrograde,
today omen would sows gaffes of nourishment,
healing tired bones as a trade.
Many know the word grateful
meagre put it into practice
As if the bodies beneath the earth
wouldn’t bow their heads for justice.
birds in the skies know
A balance of empathy and love.
Streams of rivers speak
the language of forgiveness.
On crooked wings awareness soars;
glowing in the mind like red velvet,
peers with the likes of perception
lighting the darkest night like campfire.
banal promises of optimism
break chains of struggle
Woven oaths of grace
gains steps ahead of the huddle.
In the prayer of a human heart
kindness reveals a pattern
still free falling into extinction
remains the only currency that matters