I kept feeling like my hands felt bare
And a desire arose
Where I took upon an opportunity to gift myself
A Rose Gold Swarovski Ring
As an act of self-love
It became a part of me
And it felt like it was made just for me
On a Friday afternoon, I lost my ring at Work
I was sure about where I removed it
Searching over and over again
But to no avail
My heart sank
Spirituality teaches detachment
And I forced myself to let go of the ring
My bare hand was aware of the absence of a ring
No other ring was EVER okay
Bringing memory of the rose gold swarovski ring
Truth be told, I hadn’t detached
I just couldn’t
No matter how hard I tried
And I couldn’t understand why
For it was a material substance
And almost a year later
The ring was retrieved from that very spot
I couldn’t fathom it
Maybe just maybe that’s the reason why I did not loose hope
It’s not expensive
It’s not got a sentimental value
But it is still priceless
Grateful for its return
For however long the journey may be!
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