I Don’t Know

4/20/17 Notes to Myself:

I don't know.
And sometimes that
feels scary.

Sometimes it feels like
I don't know where I'm
going but I don't think
about that too long.

When I'm creating that
seems to disappear into
the atmosphere and there's 
a great peace within my soul.

Maybe I can be a flower.
I'm not sure they care where
they are going. They just ARE!
Some bloom every year and seem
to start all over with all their
beauty and color in tact, open
and available just because.
They ARE.

These were at the gas station. 
Standing tall around the perimeter.
Next to a busy highway. I knew
where I was going, home.

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