Wonders

To let it come, to let it go,
To not force the mind,
To not order the snow,
To give it up, the quest for power,
The hungry, ever hungry, hour.

To let it rain, to let it blow,
To let the elements freely flow,
To look inside,
To hear the beating,
The rain-lashed prism,
Softly speaking.

To give it up, to let surrender,
And feel the heartbeat,
Strong yet tender.

To close one’s eyes and see the glow,
In the darkness,
Far below,
The noise and rush, the daily motion,
The crashing tide and battered emotion.

For in the quiet beyond the din,
Lies the peace of solitude,
The wonders within.