He asked me for some peace of mind.
I decided to give ,a piece of mine.
I do not ever mean to preach .
Because I am nobody to do so
Because I am still growing,
My roots going deep in the ground.
I gave him a fruit ,of the many I bore
A fruit that was fresh,
fresh of all my lonely musings.
Of my turmoil, my churnings,my travels ,my adventures.
I hereby share With my recipe of joy
Because for me it was always freedom that I yearned.
Freedom from attachment,
Freedom from joy,
Freedom from love,
Freedom to love
Freedom to not.
Freedom of thought
I found my secret one fine night,
The night I was tired.
Tired of it all
The night I had no way ,but to give it all up,
To let it all go.
The night I realised ,there is no point pondering,
Pondering on things which were beyond my control.
The night I accepted my limitations.
The night I stopped judging myself.
The night I forgave.
Because there was no point of holding dry moving sand in my hand.
I rather have ,moist moving clouds in my heart today.
Moving clouds which shower and water my roots .
Moving clouds which travel far beyond my roots .
Moving clouds that give freedom to my unbound spirit.
Thus ,with that I gave him a piece of mine.
A piece of my mind.