There is nothing to fear

Illusions rise and whisper loud,
Yet they are shadows, not the ground.
For truth stands still, forever clear—
In truth, there is nothing to fear.

Repeat it often, within, soft and plain,
Like sunlight breaking after rain.
With open eyes, in any place,
Or closed in stillness, steeped in grace.

When peace is shaken, call it near:
“There is nothing, nothing to fear.”
For fear proclaims you stand alone,
Uncertain strength that is not your own.

But one small turning, just a shift,
And heavy clouds begin to lift.
The moment clarity draws near,
You know at last—there’s nothing to fear.