A Poem for Thursday
No perfection necessary
or even (can you believe it?)
wanted.
Just be here.
Rip the roof off your
tiny mind.
And watch your soul
find freedom
and the world become
whole.
No perfection necessary
or even (can you believe it?)
wanted.
Just be here.
Rip the roof off your
tiny mind.
And watch your soul
find freedom
and the world become
whole.