And if I stop.
If I stop doing,
and working,
and perfecting,
and working,
and complicating,
and simplifying,
you're there.
Unconditional love.
This giant truth on my back.
That I carry and ignore-
simply:
Unconditional love.
You are.
Just are.
No to do:
But stop.
And breathe.
And believe.
And be.
Unconditional love.