Layers

Roses open, petal by petal

revealing their center, beautifully.

Lovers open their souls layer by layer,

as one peeling an onion, revealing their beautiful centers.



When layers pile up -- unlike being stripped away --

Its just Adding Chaos to a life born untattered.



Houses open for visitors,

akin to souls open for love

Welcoming change for growth,

changes to all

No possessing, no ownership

Collisions perhaps

Needing for Nourshing,

Flourishing for the Journey.

Sail on to Drift, Seek and Start anew...



But houses can store up clutter

as a Soul protects its fears.

Layers upon layers upon layers

Dusty and Rigid from Neglect

So many Keys to the Locked up buried Self

Which one, or how many, are useful?



Restless Hearts

Troubled Souls

Longing for Peaceful Calm

But the Storms are gaining

speed and strength.

Pray the Storms pass us overhead

No more chaos, no clutter

Clean, Clean, Peel, Peel

Layer after Layer

Pray Peace in this House tonight.



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