As the flower grows,
From a seed to a bloom,
Not once does it make wrong its state.
It doesn't waste time longing for what's next.
It already knows its fate.
Be gentle with yourself as you make your way through this game of life that you play.
Sometimes you're a seed,
Other times you've bloomed,
And all of it's completely okay.
Let it go.
Let it be.
Be gentle and strong.
You know,
You see,
You're perfect all along.
Perhaps there is guilt,
Frustration or pain,
You're not where you quite want to be.
No good comes out of self-talk that berates,
Shattering your soul and your dreams.
Or maybe you push to fill up a void.
I'm not enough is carved in your heart,
But just like the flower,
You're perfect as is.
A phenomenal piece of art.
Let it go.
Let it be.
Be gentle and strong.
You know,
You see,
You're perfect all along.
Be here and be still and sink with your breath and listen for whispers inside.
You know when to push.
You know when to slow.
You know that you're worthy and wise.
Now the time comes for a gentle embrace,
Loving yourself to your core.
With gentle,
Sweet care,
Feel the love grow.
Let it heal and restore.
Let it go.
Let it be.
Be gentle and strong.
You know,
You see,
You're perfect all along.
Namaste.
Beautiful.
