Work In Progress

I love being work in progress,

Accepting life is always slightly a mess,

Understanding the world is not perfect,

And there is no need to always be correct.

I love being work in progress,

Free of the god of 'more' and finding joy in less,

Realising the beauty of imperfection,

And the poetry of contradiction.

I love being work in progress,

No, ‘should’, or ‘must’ or duress,

Or taking life too seriously,

Believing it’s all down to someone called 'me'.

I love being work in progress,

Secure in knowing I am this indestructible completeness,

So I can live life with no forcing stress,

Surrendering to the beautiful flow of its wiseness.

Love,

Freyja

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