Clean Conscience

 

 

 

It is not an empty mansion.

It is space to thrive and grow,

elated being of hope hands in the elements

to feel at ease,

 and rest or work.

It is the expansion of the breath beyond its means,

the sense of being at home

 to stay wherever the heart sings;

 It is the sensation of being cradled by the Earth,

impelled by the sweetness of freedom.

Tenacity upholds the ideals of this endless walk toward belief and light,

toward the parts that make us whole.

It is the infinite inside,

the precious blessings that nobody can touch or steal

with hatred or resentment.

As courage buoys us up, we leave behind the dullness of disdain,

their vacuous intentions evaporate within the infinite within

because the infinite within is light,

and their anger is made of senseless hate and pain.

The forever tenderness that keeps the being alive

in its pure state of being keeps extricating itself 

from the prisons enemies dream to impose on us,

while a couple of monarch butterflies

 draw our attention toward a dance 

to the rhythm of Mother Nature’s kindness.

 

 

Our impassioned spirit swells in aspirations,

caring and fresh,

like a new flower facing the morning sun

with the upright ethos of belief.

The infinite within nourishes the self,

kindling the start of a new day with life.

 

 Note: this poem is about resilience and following one's conscience.