DIVINITY

I have no theme I am of no genre

My style is to live my art is my survival

My battle, my battle is to love

I only wish to make sense

Of this world of this life

The way I am to make sense of myself

Not to understand it entirely, completely

But to learn and know better with each day

To learn and know better than to judge

And so I am realising …

She is simple to understand

Complex? Of course

For she is unresolved on her best of days

Challenging? Oui.

For she is pained on her best of days

But her rewards are

Yielding and

Boundless

She allows forgiveness

In the most thrilling circumstance

She performs evolution

In the most severe instance

She gives light in

Depths of darkness

She projects colour in

between brushes of beige

She performs growth in

The haze of harm

I hope for one thing; divinity.

I find it in myself for

It is breath, blood and bone.

The trees breathe it when they exhale

The soil perfumed it when stirred

The water irrigates it when they rush
Sweet divinity of the leaves.

The Earth, the sings to me

And when I listen I

Am humbled by

Her lullaby

Her teaching is simple,

The practice is the trial.