THIS YEAR

This year:
There will be no goals, no resolutions, no objectives to reach.
No manifesting, no intending, no hopes and dreams.

Just beingness.

Here in the arising.
Nothing to fix. No thing to attain. Or achieve.
Action without efforting, without planning
moment to moment.

Movement within cycles.
Of school days, of classes, of seasons of course.
Otherwise letting go of all the steps to take
to get anywhere
other than
here.