Pain, Clarity, Peace

Life is like swimming against a violent current,
until you get into the calm waters

Meanwhile peace (the calm waters)
are always there
you just do not know they are

Until something happens and you
discover yourself...

that peace has always been there
this whole time
all along.

Life is a painful hoax.
The joke is on you!


By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

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