Inside the shell

Inside the shell

I am a pearl inside a shell.
Who will open me up?

Effortless footprints,
are washed away by the sea.
Who will bring them back?

Forgotten memories,
are like sprouted seeds.
Who will plant the seedlings?

If only the flower could grow,
on the breath of the wind,
she wouldn’t lose her petals in the storm.

Now I must learn to walk again,
but I cannot find the cane.
Who will teach me the steps?

If healing would have a guideline,
we would not need the Hands.
We would not know the Love.

Only Love can plant the seedlings.
Only patience can let it grow.
But the pearl can only be seen,
if I learn to see the effortless footprints,
inside the shell.


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