To find it’s strength that begins to wane, shall not be bounded by chains or endless strain that wouldn’t help you to find your true strength
Who am I if I’m not surrounded by press, resistance and expectations, it’s like a load that you carry around in your everyday hiding your emotions from the world
No soil will bloom with crops that is cultivated too harshly over time, nobody can forge the blaze of seed’s steady might…
It may stumble, yearns for sleep, it may need constant work, longest patience, before being weary and tired to grow further
It will blunt your mind from the edge, or even grow from its sharpest mind if you’re only willing to trust how it grows along with all of its imperfections and weaknesses
Just release the pressure, release it from all of your worries, just release yourself and just let these pressure cease…
The rest of fields will follow his lead, the rest will become softer but bare to finest of their abilities that brings them life
Preparing for this harvest is too rare for this kind of moment not to bear witness to the kind of uniqueness that will come to life…
With those hidden wisdom, the rest can bring that wandering thought of tranquility, revive from your own mind’s transition…
Too much of grind will only harden the soul and mind tighter, you make your path blur towards what’s beyond important
There is always a time for labor, and there will always be a time to dream, it will be continuous shifting but everything will be worth it
So allow yourself to breathe today, release the grind and let passion take place instead, let these fertile fields have the space to breakthrough- for a clearer mind!
A rested mind shall always find
That path to wisdom strength and grace will take place
Dance to balance without end
With every pause with every breath
