Do not hide in a locked chest your heart.
Free the shackles from around your soul, from the days start.
Be the river, fed from a mountain spring.
Transparent, honest and welcoming.
Don’t let the ghosts from yesterday, crumble your present hour.
Storm clouds in your mind brewing an emotional shower.
Stop at dawn, see the days first rays and smell the flowers.
Don’t waste your time spitting wine in dark dingy corners.
Make your conversation a warm spring breeze, kissing the ears around you.
Don’t surround yourself with supermarket fruit, shiny on the outside but rotten right through.
Be the kookaburra’s laugh at the end of the day.
Your soul will lift and problems will melt away.
© Deon Heemskerk 17-11-11