i long for simple, for the purity of the in-breath. for the clarity that comes with being now here. i long to master this fundamental, to harness gravity, tame it to my bidding from my perch on the breath’s edge. to go without going. to be without being. to do without doing.

maybe i’ve made life more complicated than it needs to be. the dogwood doesn’t get anxious about when it is appropriate to bloom, whether it is warm enough or will be warm enough to sustain its flowers. or whether there will be enough bees to spread its pollen.

the tree wants for nothing. it accepts without suspicion, gratefully using what it has to fulfill its needs. feast or famine, its blooms are yet as lovely.

so i strip away the unnecessary–the excess–the overgrown–the poison disguised as nourishment.

i till the soil beneath me, knowing that i cause the movement of the earth.

i am the water molecule, penetrating every space, earth and sky, stealing away the unneeded, clearing the way for light, for life.

and i am the light, bringing energy and motivation.

i am the cause of all transformation.

i am the driver of all growth.