Dear Man

Man,
Do not settle for less than what is destined for you.
One that finds you an equal. To live, learn, and laugh with.
One who comforts you with his calm river. So your boat sleeps peacefully.
On his pulsating heart, broken soul.

Receive what you don’t deserve, yet.
Embrace the harsh truth of pain and weakness.
Extend your growing gratitude as minutes prove longevity.
Emanate the flow of grace. Forgive yourself and forget. [That is how you shall bear with yourself.]

For you have endured uncertainties, hurt, and glimpses of success.
Thus deserving rest in abundant commodities of generosity and love.

Find your place in this earthy maze.
In good faith, you take a huge leap to new waters.
In solemnity, you pray for the surrounding shapes, welcoming you.
In health or sickness, in riches or poverty. In love.

Guard your chiseled heart. Hope for renewal.
Undo the tangled rope, find your way to simplicity.
Under the heat of the sun, wash, let the scars dry.
You may find revolution.

I am no solution.
I am a mere cup. Of overflowing, unguided waterfall.
I may topple in the storm, yet aware to set my sail.
I make choices, bad and good, round and about.
I am a puzzle to solve. With casualties.

For you have learned your wisdom. Handsome silver and deep brown.
Thus I breathe out wind. Set sail. Find your man.

Sincerely,

Non-Conformist