The light dances across the old wooden boards,

And it whispers softly in a distant voice.

It speaks to be no more than who you are.

You have no reason to achieve more,

You only have to be.

Exist,

Nurture the softness of your spirit with the riches of the earth.

When you feel full of life’s fruit,

Do not choke on the rest.

Leave it for someone else,

And let them love it

And use it,

Better than you ever would.

(WIP)