Choices

Full of choices, 

Some for growth, rest, stagnation, 

What fuels, our fires? 

Our strives for perfection? 

Or self improvement? 

No option we take is inherently wrong, 

But our presence within the moment, 

What if we surrendered to the moment? 

Fell into it with our arms wide open, 

Like falling into thick honey without any struggle or motion, 

By letting in presence we find the only option, 

Is to live from our hearts and curiousity, 

Each moment by moment. 

Full of choices, some for growth, rest, stagnation. 

No option we take is inherently wrong, 

But our presence within the moment, 

So I ask you again, what really fuels our fires? 

I believe it could be to live from our curious hearts,

Resting in fine balance.

This month is for rest and renewal,

The hugs, the 6am birds tweets, the cold walks home, the fiddly bits, the squirrels jumping in the trees, the sun, the food, the warmth, the cold, the blue, the laughs, the cries.