Petals in the wind

smell the pollen
the residue
that the wind
delivers to
your senses

feel the soft petal
as it glides
and falls gently
as a masseuse
 creating magic
upon your skin

falling
from a skyrise
falsely makes
doom 
the only reality
present

Sometimes the corridor 
to peace
is just beyond 
the facade 
that obstructs 
perception

Return to
staying focus
balancing the
Yin and Yang
of your
center

We can cross
mountains
we can fly
as the hawk
who rules
its' sky

Failure is 
 the rodent
that is a scavenger
to the weak
while becoming 
prey
by those 
who soar
predatory over
setbacks