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.