Gentle On My Mind
First True Love
So afraid the cake will be broken, and I’ll never find that recipe again. So much to give, ever so long held back, and even more to be received. Worry, WORRY, WORRY, WORRY, WORRY. Holding on so very tight- the quickest and surest way to lose that which is grasped. Let be, stop it already! To trust, to love, to continually set free are the only means to preserve those dear to us. Senseless struggle, the…