I find myself wishing

For what I think is right,

But how can I know

The secrets of life?

If I keep clinging to what I know,

I’ll miss so much life.

The one thing I see now

Is that holding on to control

Only drains me of life:

It is a fight.

What if I stopped for a moment,

Just this one sliver of time,

And put what I’m holding

On hold?

Maybe then I’ll see

That there’s no need to look at life

Through a stained glass window;

There’s no need to cover my eyes

From the way life is,

Just for this one moment in time.

I think I see how

I’ve been keeping myself

Out of the light–

How I’ve been holding on to

The lonely gold of

What I think is right for me

When, in reality,

How could I know

The span of life?

How can I know

The depth of life

When I’ve broken it up

Into pieces,

Hoping to be the maker?

I cannot choke life

Into being what I want;

I am not the maker of what I see,

But I am in charge of how

It is seen.

I do not renounce the world,

Or what I see with my eyes,

But I look upon what I see

With new eyes.

If I look from inside,

I can see clearly

That how I see what I see

Is all I need to control.

Letting go of the ties

That pull me away from peace,

I hear the still space

Inside of me,

And I see the truth

Through new eyes