Is there ever enough?
Am I ever truly content?
What is the next excuse why I can’t be happy right now?
Will I ever arrive?
to arrive,
to say thank you
to want no more than just this
to bask in my own glow and be healed from wanting
not to wander through world like a destitute being, a hungry ghost
to come home to peace
to smile
to forgive
to be like a blade of grass, open to the sun and the rain
to wake up from bleakness and selfabsorption
to let go of notions of:
unworthiness, fear, loathing, righteousness, blame, selfpity,
all these treacherous minds that want to convince me that I exist,
that I am entitled to my pain and limitation.
to dive deep into my oceaness
to be free
light
and vast
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grateful
I am happy
at last
