A Poem: A Blessing Bestowed

It is an art
letting things roll off your shoulders
like dripping honey
like water in the shower. 

Its during these times 
that I cower
and doubt 
than an easygoing spirit
will ever come about.

So what do you do 
when the only thing 
getting in your way 
is you?

How can one learn 
to be patient 
and love themselves 

but not too much

and what's "too much"
what classifies as 
"not enough?" 

Well,
I've had enough. 

Of striving after the perfection that is 
balance 
because it isn't a talent
or an art

but a blessing bestowed 
on those 
who are willing to receive 
a Spirit that isn't their own 
a Spirit that flows from the throne. 

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