Hope heals crisis
The path isn’t lining up with the expectations.
The tempest tossed soul on the arduous road.
Can she manifest equanimity?
When things seem enervating,
Either doubt or fear thwarts the efforts.
A slice of trust beautifies the rough approach.
Neither pressure nor burden are unjustly thrusted on her.
She is still undaunted,
So she walks towards the end of the tunnel to meet the brightness of the world.
And there commences the route dressed with beautiful lampposts.
Life is in hope!
With love, she consoles herself;
Aging bears the resemblance of the setting sun, softly mellowed.
She wonders where peace is!
Then she sees through herself.