#dogsofbluesky
#joy
#firstsnow
#dogsofbluesky
#joy
#firstsnow
Like Max to the wild things.
Locks tangle in the soil’s breath.
Daisies rise, pulling me deeper
into the quiet surrender of not knowing.
Here, I let the old self die—
softly, without resistance—
and in the space where certainty once grew,
the daisies bloom wild.
Like Max to the wild things.
Locks tangle in the soil’s breath.
Daisies rise, pulling me deeper
into the quiet surrender of not knowing.
Here, I let the old self die—
softly, without resistance—
and in the space where certainty once grew,
the daisies bloom wild.