I used to love the chase. Now I take the time for heart and mind. The things we want, the things that shine, can jade what’s real and feel divine. But, here’s the thing. Even the sunflower in spring needs space to bloom. Spacious room for fate to take its place assumed. I used to want it NOW. Yet I’m slow and pace and show my face with no disguise, a golden prize. My head is high with lowered eyes I spill my soul to no surprise. I guess it’s YOU. Possessing powers that devour heart and mind no longer ours. Connection. I see more than reflection and passive aggression. This path is protected with words manifested. And it feels free. Somehow I’m still me. I used to love the chase. Now I take the time for heart and mind. With open hands, I face what’s mine, no longer fearing space and time, no want or need to shape design. Sunflower.
 

2021