What if there is nothing to worry about, ever?

 And everything, always, is actually okay?

The Magic is Me

The smell of the rose

The barking dog

The singing bird

It is me.

The passing car

The breathing child

The windy day

It is me.

The new idea

The emotional surge

The kiss on the cheek

It is me.

The stillness

The peace

The lack of sound

It is me.

Shedding Layers

I take off my sweater,

Shedding layers,

My skin underneath is unveiled.

How many layers to shed,

Before I get to the last layer,

That’s not a layer to be shed?

But the core.