When you have nothing to lose you have nothing to worry About anymore and there is no reason to hurry So people like me find ourselves living calmly content Beyond having and holding profit and loss continent Within the irreducible borders of our remains
*Accepting I have nothing I inherit everything
Beyond caring anymore past the passions pathos pains Which spin the normal self in a personal tornado Of ego up down round and round until away they blow Like dry leaves in autumn when it is over just like me In the end the fact I know this is that which makes me free
*Accepting I have nothing I inherit everything
Deep in my heart I have always known to let it all go Is the only way to break free of the things which weigh me Down prevent me hold me back my possessions betray me The material world would bury me in its embrace Smothering and entombing me in context held in place
*Accepting I have nothing I inherit everything
Very well then destiny take me: I let it all go I must die to the earth if I would be born to the sky The flower must dry away the seed must fall away to grow This caterpillar would at last become a butterfly Very well then destiny take me: I let it all go
I think that as poets and writers of sorts, we have to let it all go, and discharge all material matter. If not, our words become heavy with silver platter tarnish and therefore cannot pogo free. I can tell in a poet's or a writer's words, those who maintain a material existence. Their words are rich with nothing! This paraphrased, I can tell the writers who write from the affluency of the plush country club from the writers who pen their opuses from the cozy log cabin. Thanks Steven for the poem. Your words come from a good place as always.
*Accepting I have nothing I inherit everything
So people like me find ourselves living calmly content...
In the end the fact I know this is that which makes me free...
Very well then destiny take me: I let it all go...
Transcendence is great ... love your wisdom and surrender!!
Love & Freedom Suzie xox :-)
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The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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So people like me find ourselves living calmly content...
In the end the fact I know this is that which makes me free...
Very well then destiny take me: I let it all go...
Transcendence is great ... love your wisdom and surrender!!
Love & Freedom Suzie xox :-)