How Pleasant

Standards, I got tired of trying to meet them.

Conceited, they always flew on by, wouldn’t even let me greet them.

It used to hurt, thought I wasn’t worthy of their presence.

Until I closed my eyes to see that I’m the embodiment of heaven.

How pleasant, life becomes, when you stop trying to fly.

Peace is always still, it need not be pursued.

Sit, and see, the missing piece, is in you.


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