You are not an object to hold onto you
you are living breathing being
you are not at fault for anything
I understand the way life flows
it seeks constant renewal
it is in constant change

I honor the little things inside of me
I go around barefoot over the sandy expanse of my mind and body and soul
and pick each of their lovely gifts up
as if they were shells and place them in a little bucket and I walk some more until I get to my home. There I can sit; my legs spread wide so I can place the bucket between them and take profound look at each shell one at a time.

Tomo los retoños de primavera y los siembro en mi hombro
tomo las hojas que nacen pequeñas
apunto de volverse sobra sobre mi
y las cultivo al lado de mi pecho abierto
tomo todo lo bello que se asoma
en cada minuto dentro del día
y con ello procedo a lo que es
y a lo que aun día será

We all make mistakes it’s a “tell me yours and I will tell you mine” kind of deal
Its not about not making mistakes its about fessing up to them
No matter if one is a week late, months late, years late, or decades late

Mind of mine I brought you some rubber gloves, a bucket and some soap. Mind of mine we must dust and rearrange; I know change is hard but bear with me. We must make it a little nicer since lots of our time is spent here. Mind of mine we cannot quit as we get older we must continue to reach for growth, and yes relax a little more. But right now we gotta clean so put on your rubber gloves it’s time!

The river is the home where the well soothed water flows
and it runs with a purpose: to the sea
It is no longer frozen in its own block somewhere up in the mountains
it is no longer isolated in a small lake

it has taken the best course to find the greatest vision of itself: the ocean  
watch the water flow by and watch her flow with it