sometimes we all get bugged by stuff –

old stuff

new stuff

and we struggle with enlightenments and forgivenesses

and wonder how we can walk whatever path we are on.

I go outside

in my holy pout

and sit –

and at my feet i see

a beetle struggling too –

grappling with tall grasses that have just been mowed.

The bug finds a way, and i will too.

we all struggle.

we all find peace.

everyday.