Paradise

Can Paradise be a way of being, rather than a place to be?
Only now do I feel at home, in my grove, 
Knowing my script, with no need to impress.

Instinctively aware of what feels good and true,
Aligned.
No longer letting my head rule my heart.
It’s my very own handwriting,
Natural, gentle, flowing.

What went before no longer matters.
Now I am supported by amazing people
So that belief and confidence can come together
To create my own piece of paradise.
Feeling happy and dancing inside.

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