Cerulean Skies

So when you rest, rest in the knowing, and
in the knowing not that or this land.
For in the quiet peace and in any restless uncertainty,
whichever beckons you—yield.
For whichever weather comes, be it the darkened skies of padded emptiness above and thrashing waters below or
for that which you willingly submit, you will find—
a brilliant burst of tinged light that traces a fiery peach and cerulean marriage, celebrated with mandarin magenta streaks that stretches endlessly in a surreal show,
bringing peaceful waters divine;
Surrendering to the shores of your bosom and soul.
In either play—
know.
For in this, you will be free and see
and believe…in all that you need to.
For that which your mind gathers, your hands may weave.
In the depth of your soul
lives a harmony crafted and sharpened and quite appeased.
No matter what, you are whole.
Any ridged quake,
any joyful cake
Make sure to partake
For the you inside cannot shrink, only grow.
So row at whatever pace you can
to this land or that
for there is nothing you truly lack or that which can hold you back.