If your hands are full of hate
You can’t receive peace
If your heart is full of bitterness
You have no room for love
If your mind is full of fear
You can’t think of paths as clear
If you hang on to history’s baggage
You can’t fly into promised lands
Sometimes loosing is not a loss
If you are opening and making room
For what is yet to come
The flower bloomed
Because of dirt
Through shit and gloom
Because of hurt
The more dirt some threw
The more the flower grew
Some called it dirt
The flower called it fertilizer
Than went on to Bloom
Winter to Spring
Spring to Summer
Summer to Fall
Fall to Spring
Clockwise, Counterclockwise
Seeds Bloom
Seasons Change
Time Flies
Nothing Changes
Everything Changes
Tragedy~Triumph
Death~Birth
Mourn~Celebrate
Life Happens
Ready or Not
Regardless
Do Life Anyway and Regardless
If you do, someone talks
if you don’t, someone talks
if you do, someone talks
if you sit, someone talks
if you stand, someone talks
if you are silent, someone talks
if you speak up, someone talks
if you hide, someone talks
if you take up space, someone talks
if you dull, someone talks
if you shine, someone talks
Don’t sit, stay silent, hide, or dull yourself, someone talks
Do stand, speak up, take up space, shine, let them talk
No permission required, unapologetically
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