Like That lil piece of warm butter on stake bread…

If only i can find Simplicity in all of life’s chaos;

like that lil piece of butter that melts & makes the stale bread soft;

that song that lays buried like the spring waiting for winter to pass; that light that artists paint that quivers & helps Breathe their shadows dark.

That child that grows in body; yet has not learnt to bargain it’s soul, that simplicity that lets you Be; when there are No question left to ask- Nor Answers needed to be answered!

Life is simple- it’s this warm breath that keeps ones lips supple- so that cracked heels of winters may bleed; yet leave no imprints upon ones mind- for you know what carries pain lifetime over lifetimes; it’s the Mind that cannot Accept & in it’s constant Chase to control & fix- Maybe in all of that clenched fists to wish- to dream - the salt within the butter; no longer adds to the seasoning…

For I’ve often noticed that one can make do with any number of spices- but when the palate of ones tongue looses the taste of salt then life just turns way to complicated then what it is.

I guess Simplicity of life is in “Acceptance”, that it is what it is!

©️Meghna/2025