You’re safe now.
Whatever happened then,
You are here.
The ghosts you’ve been carrying
Want to go home.
Stop.
How long have you been walking that track in circles?
It doesn’t matter how deep the ruts,
Look up.
Step out onto the open field right next to you.
There is no path
But you don’t have to know anything to be alive.
A baby is.
A tree grows.
You’re the same.
Free.
Happy in the field before you were ever taught a thing.
Listen,
Every moment is new
And in each step the sweet grass and the wild flowers
Reverently lift your body through,
Smiling
And so happy you’re here.
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Love and softness to you,
Chris
