She never knew quite how to act
but I promise,
there was nothing that woman lacked.
She was like moving art walking into a room,
under each footstep she took flowers bloomed. — #LettersfromKayla
As I dive deeper into the waters of writing poetry again, I find myself wondering if that’s it.
Is it done? Does it need one more verse? Can I go on?
I can go on.
But sometimes (often times) I feel there’s this perfect moment where the world is ready, waiting almost for a sense of silence. Acceptance of the end of something, whatever that may be.
The Earth just waiting for your energy to calm and soak in the moment for exactly what it is.
That’s how I felt in the moment taking this photo.
That’s how I felt writing this poem this morning, too.
I could go on. I could always do more.
But sometimes it’s better to allow something to be beautiful just the way it is. 💫 wearing Dark Krystal black goddess leggings by @aloyoga 🖤
#aloyoga #kingpigeon #yogainspirstion #beagoddess
