The fearless heart is a heart at peace.
Even wild animals relax around us
when they sense the absence of fear.
Hope and fear keep the wheel spinning,
their alternating colors paint our dreams.
All the many shades are our own reflections,
all are illumined in the heart’s tender glance.
Sometimes we seem to turn away from ourselves,
unable to bear the mirror’s honesty, yet there
is only one being who is turning in place,
held in the arms of its own embrace.
Within such humble and forgiving fearlessness,
hovering over the ruined battlefield of mind
like a mercifully cool shroud of true peace,
acceptance envelops every weary warrior.
All struggle at last laid down to rest,
spirit exhales while the dead rejoice.
Mother and child are united again —
no fear, nor reason for it.