It's true, it's you
at the core, under those sexy flower
pedals, layers created by what you thought was good,
YOU at the center of your flower, behind all that,
that can blossom at anytime!
It is your heart, the perceiver of BEING
You've had enuff shite shoveled your way
to give nutrients for an orchard!
Now that manure will help you
burst forth, FREE, happy, perfect as is.
No noun will give infinite soul smilage,
IT is you, enjoy the poop and know it is
fertilizing your emerging beauty!
Happiness is never hiding behind
better boobs, gold, bigger dwellings,
nor better jobs nor partners!
It gold worth digging for!
First step clues:
smile more today
share often today
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I guess so, behind all that we can see, what matters is happiness. A beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing: -)