Let Minds Swim In Iconic Grace

Scurrying minds like galloping horses in tempest Energy exhausted they search placid places to rest Any pasture where weary horses can contently graze Hewed minds broken can come out of tormenting maze. On chaotic land such places confused minds can’t get Reins snapped they rush and sink in sea to turn instead Seahorses swimming gently upright in their iconic grace Enclosed deep in tranquil abode of bliss minds become Serene seahorses within stormy life's surface squall. April 21, 2018