The birds aren’t singing to win a Grammy.
They’re not trying to go platinum
through their marketing or planning.
They’re just jamming.
I listen even without understanding.
The truth without agenda
is authentically astounding.
It makes me think of cheetahs.
They don’t run for our approval.
They don’t judge their spots
or contemplate laser hair removal.
It makes me think of wolves.
They don’t howl for validation.
They don’t have to get the perfect
pic to post on their vacation.
It makes me think of eagles.
They’re not soaring to impress me.
Although once I saw a dolphin backflip
over a jet ski, my point is neither one of them
will sell me on Etsy and I doubt a porcupine
would ever try to come off …
Humans are the only animals pretending
to be something they’re not.
Why are we ashamed of what we’ve got?
We should strut chest out, head up.
Let’s be proud of ourselves for once.
Isn’t it exhausting sticking out your butt
and sucking in your gut?
For what’s a waste of energy
I’m giving up
In this moment I’m enough
In this moment you’re enough
In this moment we’re enough
I’m dismantling my image
We’re perfect in our flaws.
Birds don’t care whether we listen.
They don’t wait for our approval.
I have built a lovely prison
but I live behind the walls.
So if love is my religion, I’ll escape
when freedom calls.
You have to be willing not to be
liked in order to be loved.
Otherwise, it’s your representative.
They’re thinking of.
But to truly be yourself,
you have to let go what was.
The past is like a prison.
It’s an echo repeating.
Just because -cause -cause.
We are many people in our lives,
so I’m not one to judge.
But if they love one part of you,
It’s limited to what that does.
I want your whole soul
I have no goal.
Show me the unseen stuff.
Don’t invite me over
only after you have cleaned up.
Perfect makes me want to kick my feet up.
No one’s living in a catalog
IKEA dreamed up.
Have you ever seen a lion chase
a hundred Zebras?
Have you ever seen a turtle
hide inside a shell?
A caterpillar doesn’t know
that she’ll become a butterfly!
So if you go to heaven,
are you still aware of hell.
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