Trust

is built on granite

Sandstone after a rain

breaks apart in your hand

like a smile once the love is gone

To trust

feels like building a fire

Even after the rain

the tinder can spark

if you nurture the flame

Trust what your hands have built

Shape yourself after the rain

Notice, what gets washed away?

Look, what remains?

Trust in

the light of your mind

Take time to practice being okay

with everything, all at once

just for a short moment

Just in yourself

for one short moment

Trust

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