Sometimes, when the everyday pace of this world
Becomes more than one can bear, the friction
Fighting within ones being, the friction growing
Like a weed in the garden, overtaking the soul.
One must pause for a few reflective moments,
Looking within the mirrors of our being, just
For a slight pause of silence, to see the ripples
Taking time to reflect on all that fills our days,
Assessing if these days flying by our being,
Are they truly filled with what our heart desires?
Moving in the direction of winds giving flight.
Or do we need to let our soul take heed,
Listening to the friction and the pause now,
Do we need to let the ripples lead our soul
In a new and exciting direction finding peace.
A new seed planted, tears of days gone by,
Weathered by the seasons, nurtured by one
Heart, grow into the blossom of days to come,
To flourish within the ripples reflecting the soul.
This post was written in response to a couple of weekly prompts, the first being #240 - Friction todays prompt over at Sunday Scribblings and the second was Prompt 141: Pause over at One Single Impression. I hope you enjoyed this post.