Dance the troubles, the worries, let them
Leave you and melt on the rocks of lava so they can be
Overgrown with moss after the next rain.
Just dance it away! Sit on the grass afterwards
And when the clouds cover the blue up there
Lean back and let the tiny red spiders on the blanket, too.
There is a rhythm, a beat to all.
And when we can, move with it
And leave the rest into better hands,
Warmer embraces can handle.
When the fly lands on your smiling face,
Laugh, Amida is here, too, just visiting!Advertisements