Constraint

Like invisible shackles,

The ideas you have of yourself,

The beliefs,

The doubts,

The conditioned patterns of thoughts,

Are subtle impediments,

To your organic growth,

As a being, a living, vivacious,

And dynamic,

Thing,

Of this universe,

Simply,

As a consequence,

Or result,

Perhaps is better,

As a rule,

A principle,

Though one that is unwritten,

Intelligible,

But,

As though a script had been written,

All things emanate from this,

Everlasting thing,

And so it’s words,

Principles,

Guiding instructions,

Are encoded in all of its creation,

Like this,

You find,

Something,

So,

Beautifully,

Alluring,

So wonderfully,

Awesome,

So lovingly,

Like a pulse,

It beats,

Silently,

And in moments,

Of,

Unbelievable love,

The love,

Of something,

Someone,

Palpitates,

Through you,

Like a movement,

Which you’ve,

Only briefly felt before,

But now in unprecedented,

Beauty,

Has come back to ensnare you,

And show you,

That actually you are free,

And you are beautiful,

In the most palpable sense of the word,

Though you are fragile, delicate, infantile,

And insecure,

You’re just gorgeous,

That’s all,

It’s not something which needs to be proven,

It is something which is so,

Obvious,

That it eludes us,

Though,

It is there,

Of course,

No doubt about it,

You are,

So,

Inherently beautiful,

It’s ridiculous,

Almost,

Too simple,

It is,

So,

Thanks,

That’s all,

Much,

Beauty,

And Love,

It brings tears to my eyes,

Really.