Trust, the very core of truth,
Can never die.
No human being thinks she is, she knows she is:
Know you are, and be it.
Wake each morning to pull your world-worn body out of bed,
Your spirit knows the way and soon will rise within.
Take comfort, love radiates outward, onward;
Walk your path and climb each tree to see beyond,
Know you will, and be it.
Be the tree, so strong, so sturdy, green,
Be the rock, defiant immortal being,
Be the sheltering wind;
Be that everlasting force which drops a leaf or lifts a bird in flight.
Run and run and run and never stop,
But when you stop:
Trust the very core of truth.
Go East, unbind your Present,
Know you can and do it.
This is how it is:
The struggle and the peace,
The battle and the rest.
Rest in peace and struggle in battle,
And though you live a thousand deaths, yet you will never die.
For always there are healed weary, whom despair, so cautious, passes by.
If that is you then be the tree,
Through which the lightning strikes a hard intense rewakening.
Love all, find all, feel all.
Trust the very core of truth.
Your spirit is an undefeated spark,
Just look at the sea, the waves refuse to leave the water,
They hurl themselves against the sand
And though they crash,
They’re never lost.
All things survive the storm,
All things move on,
Look within, you know you can, you’ll do it.
The Sound of What Happens 
I like this… be the tree, and you know you can… I like your conviction. Very positive vibes from this piece, I’m curious… is this you speaking to someone, or someone speaking to you?
I’m glad it spoke to you. I wrote it in high school wich happened too far back to mention. 🙂 But I read it again this morning, as I often do when in a challenge, and it seemed very relevant. The words are mine. I had no one in mind while writing it though, just everyone, anyone reading it, I suppose. 🙂