Everything we need is right here.
The tired, the worn down will rest.
Paths will disappear into wilderness.
Houses will wither and fall apart.
But homes will remain,
Perhaps lonely, perhaps aloof,
But always rising, turned to the light,
As each of us leave our mark
In my life I have walked through fire,
Been burnt down to ashes to give nourishment
To another spring, to another Summer,
To beauty and first loves.
Perhaps we are all planets
Carrying a hundred thousands seeds of life
Within our resilience.
Perhaps it is you who create the world you desire,
Perhaps there is no need looking for it outside of yourself.
Maybe you have always carried what you have been looking for
With you, and all you had to do was live it.