Life's stardust-
growing in meaning,
bending in exploration.
Sometimes
I learn
in attempts to clean up.
We Grow
we sprout
we seed
we hide
To weave too
heavens height
Bending
in winds of time
-that bring rains
-that bring sight
-that bring changes
to designs of mankind
Sometimes I wonder
-do I have to be perfect
-do I have to do a lot
to grow in nature's ways.
Seemingly myth narrating
struggles to live.
I AM just me.
Learning, I realize
I don't need to be perfect
I don't have to do a lot
I just need to be me
and do some things well
to survive
Attempting
a realistic life
at slower pace
might make life interesting, again
Trees
don't just weave branches
in winds of time
but grow in Nature's ways
doing some things well
at slower pace.