When I stop trying to be more…poetry happens…
BE HER NOWThe sun is setting over the soft magenta anemoneswith golden centers where the bees drink.And I can’t stop wonderingabout where all of this began,this narrative to be more,do more,become more,achieve more,more,more than you are.More.More than you need to be.More.By someone else’s standards.More.To the degree that you losewhoever you already were.For a time, of course —whoever you already were can never be lost,because that’s all within you anyway.But the narrative of strive and driveand
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