>like a falling feather
i drift without direction
yet somehow, i always land
in a moment of perfection
while i sit here with my eyes closed tight
i consider myself so blessed
i wish i could make the world understand
this place of silent rest
my eyes are open now
but still i do not look
where i am told to find the way
that place, that gift, that nook
one thing i can say i’ve learned
is how to give it up
to not concern myself
with what i cannot change
i have to leave it be
it’s much too big for me
i hand it over
to my true lover
and sing myself to sleep.