Holy and Profane
As I agitate and cogitate on all I have to do.
I wonder if I let it go that guidance will come through.
The ought’s and should’s and have-to’s
consume my waking hours.
You’d think by now I’d have a plan
with money-making powers.
But maybe it’s not time yet.
Maybe it’s not me.
Maybe all I’m meant to do
is let myself just “Be”.
Be happy and be peaceful.
Be healthy and serene.
Be fun and fit and fabulous
Be joyful and be seen.
Quit hiding in my bed alone
afraid to face the world.
Get out and now get going
with my heart and wings unfurled.
So here I come, not holy —
and now for some “profane.”
Whatever means it comes by
I’m moving towards that lane.
TGKOW/TYDGA