And it Subsides, Still!

Messy house, weeds grow in the front yard,

A soul sleeps on the roadside with few belongings—Perspective shifts, peace.

Aching leg, I complain at the gym,

Yet one strides in with just one limb strong—Gratitude blooms wide.

Young ones stare as I walk into the dance class after a long hiatus,

An aged body in the front moves with joy still—Nothing can stop her soul’s light.

Sunday night whispers,

Anxiety hums within,

But peace blooms realizing how many would love to have my job.

Thoughts that weigh, let them go,

For peace begins in the heart—

………………..And it Subsides, Still.

Kiran Joshi