let what moves you, carry you.
we cannot by will go high —
sand may bar or harry you,
sometimes it’s best not to try
but surrender to the current
underneath, and all around:
all the goals that really weren’t
so much shifting, changing ground
feel yourself be lifted, weightless:
the “cease striving” part of love —
borders gone, the world grows gateless,
this is how we rise above.
life is fragile, frail, and flimsy.
we’re but tissue strapped on bone —
it’s okay: indulge in whimsy.
float awhile on