By Dede H.
Our soft messy flesh is
Too soft to calculate
Too moist to cut into
Without hurting us
Yet inside there is nothing
Nothing but energy and air
Sure there’s lots of everything
Blood and fat and hair
If I am everything yet
I am nothing
What am I supposed to do?
Right now what?
You say there is peace
It is found in the breath
I breathe in I breathe out
Slow it down please
Look up let your gaze soften
You see your Higher Power?
Your lover? Your friend?
In the end that is all
There it is
