I surrender and let go of control, instead…

sat down, and

watching the evening orange sun-gold

slowly unravel its ineffable magic upon the

ebbs and flows of ocean flowers.

First withered autumn leave falls, while

soft red strawberries are still blossoming.

Pacing down some self perfectionism meddling works,

until everything about the self start taking on

a soft rosy cozy glow,

Every stubborn edge of my character and

harsh self criticism are all churning into

some smooth humming of

a sweet nightie-night

prayers to the heart…

And all the binary inner speech or bipartisan emotional games within the head

can finally shake hands...

Children of the earth—

we are so deeply loved and greatly cherished by

the divine creator.