No more opinions, just improvements.
Not my two cents, just inner evolution.
Breaking curses, open doors, clean the house, tend the garden, inner peace,
this is revolution.
Not anchored by beliefs, rather anchored knowing I am filled by being empty,
then laughter comes and I am free.
Not weighed down by labels or affiliation, just a firm and faithful foundation,
that now is just for me.
Ok with not knowing, while surfing the mystery.
Joyful peace like gravity,
pulling what I need, and what I am together,
singing dear friend you are strong and firm,
but also light as a feather.
Both calm skies and stormy weather,
you weave into threads of gold.
Be anchored in this.