I Don’t Really Mind What Happens

I don’t really mind what happens. I could pop off today with no regrets and nothing left undone. I’ll leave in a puff of love. Poof!

This is all the weather. The turning of the kaleidoscope. I’m here for it all, in love.

When you love it all, every moment is it’s own reward. There’s no need for ‘next’, no need for ‘why’.

This beautiful burgeoning bloom of being is everything we need.

 

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