be

I’m silly like a billy goat eatin’ oats in my downtime
and makin’ rhymes in attempt to arrive at a place where you all can relate
to what I write.

Is it right?
I don’t know,
but I know I won’t have anything to show unless I try.

Try to defy the world that is telling me to
”do, have, be,”
and only then can you live happily and, frankly,
it’s crap.

What I know deep down—and you do too—
is that only when I can accept who I am will the plan present itself
unfolding from my soul with an uncontrolled control
that ignites creativity and levity and—

breathe.

My friend, sometimes you have to stop and just
breathe.
hahhh, hooo.
That’s right, that’s better.

You don’t need to go to extremes to find some peace,
but you do need to stop and look around now and then.
Otherwise the numbing keeps you trapped.
Trapped in a pain free place equally devoid of anything worth living for.

How can you expect to find joy if you don’t allow yourself to discover what’s within
you and me and every grain of sand? God’s plan laid out before us
the most beautiful score of universal music woven into the air.
Here we find ourselves,
ignorant to the magnificence and rejecting the simple truth that
we were born enough and worthy of love,
whole and ready to unravel our stories into the world.