There is no rhyme or reason

To what may bring us peace

Sometimes it is not obvious

Enigmatic to say the least

Sometimes it stares us in the face

From right before our eyes

Though we look right past it

To greener grass and bluer skies

We may reach for these things

And find them too much to endure

After the initial glow

Of discoveries new and raw

Then we must look within

Listen to our souls

For we have all that’s necessary

To allow our lives to unfold

Listen to the feelings

To the voices in your heart

Following your precious dreams

Is a damn fine place to start.

Trish Johnston 27^th July 2014