What Flows, Flows

I no longer chase the fleeting breeze, Nor hold too tight to falling leaves. What flows, flows with grace and ease, What crashes, crashes—I'm at peace. I’ve learned to let the river run, To honor both the moon and sun. No longer fight against the tide, I walk with life, arms open wide. For in this dance, I’ve come to see, What’s meant for me will always be. No force, no push, no desperate plea— Only space for what’s meant for me. In stillness, I have found my way, To trust in life’s unfolding sway. I hold what stays with gentle hands, And let go of what breaks or bends. So let it flow, let waters rise, I’ll meet it all with open eyes. What’s meant for me will come in time, I move in rhythm, soft, sublime.