Be someone who’s missed They said So I spent my life Collecting notifications From distant platforms To prove to myself That people think of me I thought But something was missed
I help busy people do inner work.
Be someone who’s missed They said So I spent my life Collecting notifications From distant platforms To prove to myself That people think of me I thought But something was missed
When someone needs help But, they aren't asking For the help they need Because they need help Asking for that kind of help I can't help but to hurt How to make sense Of what's helping too much And what's only going to hurt When hurt is what helps And help is what hurts It has to come from them But, what if it can't?
Don’t say forever Like you know what that means You’ve been here but a blink And in but a fraction of that You promise the rest of time Like you know what that means. Here's what I think you mean: The size of my feelings Feels like the size of forever Squeezed into the size of this moment And it's bursting at its seams. If there's one thing I really want you to say —It's exactly what you mean. Because here's what I know: This smallest piece Of the greatest whole Becomes our greatest whole When it is no longer just a piece. The size of what we have right here —Is all we'll ever be able to truly give and receive. So, before you give away A bursting moment for an overused cliché Package the size of your feelings Within the size of this moment And give this one complete gift to me Where you're still able to feel and say —Exactly what you mean.
When you’ve done your best Return to gratitude— Not your to-do list.
Maybe great moods Aren't something we arrive in Maybe they're something we figure out. Maybe great days Aren’t something we have Maybe they’re something we make. Maybe great lives Aren't something we're born with Maybe they're something we create with what we're given.
The day you plant the seed Is not the day the seed grows The month after you plant the seed Is not the day the fruit shows It isn't until many years later That seed turns to tree And tree bears its fruit Which will never happen of course If you fail to help that seed Firmly take root Water, soil, sun Energy, attention, love This is the way to fruition Any attempt to manipulate Nature's already perfect pace Is to misunderstand the mission Forcing fruit from seed Removing essentials for growth Is to put Mother herself, arrogantly underneath Bring yourself down To the level of your seeds And commit to the process of helping them breathe Otherwise why go through the trouble Of rushing, yelling, planning And doing the extreme When all of that rash action Forces holes into gravesites Rather than the foundation of dreams.
Fight the big battles on the inside And the big battles on the outside Suddenly won’t feel so big anymore