enough rain will fall
to make it whole again.
What if I told you . . .
You don't know it all.
You haven't seen everything.
There are still surprises waiting.
Could you go on?
Could you have faith?
Could you smile?
Letting tears flow
away
Like rivers
following gravity
to a weightless joy?
Could you wait?
Moving toward the Unknown
with purest trust
that the Unknown
is All
we are truly
destined to know?
Our Journey . . . is . . .
Our only Destination
Our Emptiness . . .
the only thing we're filled with.
The promise of a place to keep Everything
as if Everything was something worth stockpiling.
Could you travel . . .
with empty hands,
empty pockets,
and a Heart filled with Love?