Just to be, a silent witness to the wind, stirring in the tree.
Just to be present, long enough, to let peace be.

Just to love myself, enough, in every day,
to know that past does not matter,
and the future has yet to be.

Just to know, that if I stop a while,
and feel the presence of my heart,
within it, there is so much love,
that I never have to fear,


what I will feel,


if I allow myself
 to stand still.

Like a tree


stirring


 in the


 wind.