Quiet all worries,
and listen to the language of silence
as it whisper life’s forgotten truth.
When we worry,
we enter the matrix of imaginary problems,
where we lose our peace
to problems that life has yet to meet.
Worries are mental invention
that have yet to be patent by reality.
Why allow clouds forming in the distance
of life’s unborn tomorrows
to dampen the mood to its own season,
which prevent the years of tomorrow from reigning
over the blessings that life has brought us today.
We’re nature bless with thoughts,
but when thoughts are infected with worries,
they plague our well being,
like locusts plagued nature’s greens.
Life will never lose at being itself
so when we mentally wrestle with life,
we’re submitting yourself
into a mindless and joyless state of being.
So quiet all worries,
and listen to the language of silence
as it whispers life forgotten truth.
Because even when it rains,
life always reserves for itself
a dry spot or few.
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