A world of green and bright bird songs
fills me with the word holy
sacred temple of the wild
I am in awe of your beauty
I am in awe of your beauty
I belong to you
When I am lost
I sit on the soil
with my trouble
my despair
I cast my teary gaze
up to your blessed
branches
Looking at you
I find myself
all of us
in the world
remembering comes
a soft breeze
or a bolt of clarity
set into the open
becoming arrives
Today I wrote this, and then I thought, this being a total experiment for me I might add notes about how I am feeling about it, challenges and triumphs that I might face. Right now I wonder, will I be able to sustain it, and for how long? I wonder if I will be able to successfully detach from the need for views, likes, external approval. Can I make some real shift around my tendency toward fearful strictness and perfectionism? It is an inquiry, and today I succeeded in presenting an offering from my heart.
When I am lost
I sit on the soil
with my trouble
my despair
I cast my teary gaze
up to your blessed
branches
Looking at you
I find myself
all of us
in the world
remembering comes
a soft breeze
or a bolt of clarity
set into the open
becoming arrives
Today I wrote this, and then I thought, this being a total experiment for me I might add notes about how I am feeling about it, challenges and triumphs that I might face. Right now I wonder, will I be able to sustain it, and for how long? I wonder if I will be able to successfully detach from the need for views, likes, external approval. Can I make some real shift around my tendency toward fearful strictness and perfectionism? It is an inquiry, and today I succeeded in presenting an offering from my heart.
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