Poem
the smallest yes
you need not become
happy
(not yet)
nor must you convince
the enormous dark
to become morning
just find
somewhere inside all this
one
small
yes
perhaps
a breath which hurts less
than the breath before
or some impossible little thought
(maybe)
and
do not underestimate
a maybe
because every universe
begins this way
not with certainty
but with an opening
and what you call
manifesting
might simply be
life finding the place
where you have stopped
saying no to it
so do not climb
the whole mountain
move one pebble
do not become
abundance
notice the sunlight
has been lying
all afternoon
across your floor
without charging you
anything
do not force joy
find the thought
which makes your heart
one feather lighter
then another
then
another
until somehow
(without quite knowing
when it happened)
you are no longer
trying to make
the world change
you have become
a little more
available
to the world
which was already
changing
toward you.
Have a GREAT week everyone. ☀️