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