Dear One,

Help me live from this place
of knowing the perfection of all.

That veteran along the road
with the face tattoos
and the white dog,

Help me know that he
is right where he is
meant to be.

And that woman on the Pickleball court
who sheds negativity,

Help me accept that shedding
and not take it personally,

But instead shine what love I can
and let her be.

That greedy leader,
that war,
that struggling polar bear

Are all part of Your great lullaby,
moving us along

Toward having the Love,
breathing it,
reveling in it,
and forever being It.

You are the only reality!