When you've tried harder, and still harder And those illusory places you grasp for The should be like this and the must get to there Leaving you dry and dying A burnt out hot mess Then maybe it's time to try softer.
Gently finding yourself In the it is like this and I am here now Feeling the softening of your belly Surrendering to this love that gravity has for you Dancing from moment to moment without forcing the bud.
