Spiritual Solstice

Once upon a time there was a tree, delicate and vulnerable,
the branches very thin and the roots still flat,
stood all alone in the meadow, free.

Life is rarely determined by fairy tales,
but fear always ends where strength begins,
we look for the way, but the heart knows it blindly,
flies full of magic, like leaves in the wind.

Be yourself, in a world where everyone wants to change you,
pulling and tearing at you, you have adapted, pretended,
masked and hidden, did everything in the world to obey the game.

Then you became well-behaved and very quiet,
until you are told what you want. The older you get and the more
you are told, the less often you ask yourself for advice.

In a world where most people want to change you,
the greatest art is to follow your own heart.
Unfold yourself, you are unique - perfect as you are -
Why do you follow the flow? Let's build bridges over it.

The melody of your being composes the song of your life.
Create your composition and free yourself.
But don't forget, life is not a picnic, stay realistic.

Slowly you feel that it is time to free and be yourself.

a reply to: Naftalin

Nice Naf. Hit's me much as did this old rock anthem by the Sons of Champlin did years ago.

a reply to: BingoMcGoof
I'm going to make myself breakfast now, open the fridge door and let listen