sometimes we all get bugged by 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.