Poem: Less. More.

Less. More.

Somehow, when I do less,
go slower,
I do more.

Don’t ask me to explain
the whys.
Some things are true without science.

Just ask your heart,
the woman you love,
and the God you worship.

About this poem.

Preaching to myself. Doing a lot of that these days. It seems to be working.


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