The 'Sh' a mother makes
To her sleeping child.
A calming, soothing sound.
She wants the world for him.
Everything that can be, if it only could.
"Could it, please?" She pleads,
To the Higher Being
She Believes In.
The Question and The Faith.
Like a Clock It Shifts
Everything into Place.
"Listen to me son."
The father of the boy,
who has grown decades older.
"You are one with this earth.
I raised you to remember this."
He sees in his father's eye
The reflection of a secret.
"The sails are moved by the wind
that lives within you. Each gust."
The boy's breath moves
Steadily at this, his
the bug bird perched
on a limb.
Moving its wings up and down,
in a steady dance.
A silence as his father listens.
"What of when I'm angry or sad?
What does that do to the earth?"
"You have seen. Storms.
Some are harmless. Light and rain.
These can help the beings of earth.
It is true wrath, deep hatred,
sorrow without hope of solace
that causes catastrophe.
This is when Balance is Lost.
I watch over you.
It is rare that the scales are tipped
to such extremes by your hand.
But be aware of What you Place into Being.
The More Microscopic your Mindfulness, the better.
This Achieves Neutrality and Positivity.
From this place, great power for peace is provided.
You are not the only one connected
to the earth and the surrounding Universe.
Each Being that dreams, creates.
Yet - The Only Mind
You Are Responsible For
Is Your Own.
And Even Still - You (and each individual)
Are responsible for All Beings,
For this whole Universe.
Because it made You."
"How do I accept that much weight upon my back without it breaking?"
"Loving Creation, Compassion,"
Then, his father smiling -
"And a good sense of humor."
They hug, and his father leaves
through a doorway of light.