no hustle

I do not want to grind any more
no hustle
no blessing
no slay
I do not want to high knees or
move mountains or
leave a mark
or make an impact

I want to slow roll down a grassy
slope eyes closed
catch a butterfly
hold my breathe in the presence of
a praying mantis
pray

Walk backwards down a forest path
remembering
with no anticipation of what
comes next

I want to scoop sand from
a thousands oceans and
a million years in my
two open hands
and let every grain be beloved
as they drop back to the
earth

I want to drop back to the earth
reimagine gravity
feel the way dirt is meant to
hold me

from dust to dust
dust to dust to dust to dust

no impact
no slay
just soft and wind and
the whisper of exactly
already
enough
and the rest of what
my body has tried to tell me for
a thousand moments and
a million years