Home of the Wanderer

I was once in a state of perplexity
at how to resolve life’s complexity.
My stress was relieved
when I let go and breathed,
because I remembered that I don’t need to work it all out myself.

Or:

Life, an exercise:
releasing expectations;
receiving what is.

Tags: haiku, limerick, poem, poems, poetry

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