The Promise

As sure as seasons and as sure as stars,
as sure as ocean’s breathing ebb and flow,
as sure as sun and rain,
or arrow leaving bow,
as sure as mother’s womb gives birth to all:
a greater force encompasses it all,

so when we go to sleep
it is to wake up and collect what has been given,
it is to carefully consider how and when we are to fit
each little drop into an ocean we can call our own,

our dreams then are the waves
that keep on rolling on the darkened shores,
never revealing what the smiling Moon was witnessing,
while rising Sun is waiting for our eyes to reap,
and so it is:

there is a Postman that continuously delivers,
even our smallest wish is handled with the utmost care,
He knows what message matches with our Soul’s desire,
He trusts our Heart eventually shall break the code
of whatever lies encrypted in the Letter
He imprinted in our deepest vault,
who, when or where, however,
this mystery we never shall unfold,
we only are recipients,
but here it is:

as sure as seasons and as sure as stars,
as sure as ocean’s breathing ebb and flow,
as sure as rising sun,
as crescent Moon,
or arrow leaving bow,
as sure as mother’s womb gives birth to all,
so is the Postman’s Promise:

your Letter was delivered,
it just craves for you to use your opening key,
enter the vault,
trust your Heart and read:

believe Love is the greater force encompassing it all.

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