Powerless And Free

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We push and we pull, try to shape what will be,
But joy starts to bloom when we find that key.
It’s not giving up—it’s a much wiser play:
To release the results, yet show up anyway.

 

Let it fall, let it rise, let the end be unknown—
There’s a peace that arrives when we leave it alone.
Take the step, speak the word, plant the seed, that’s the key—
Then dance in the truth: we are powerless and free.

 

I don’t steer the storm, but I still set the sail,
I breathe and show up, I write, and I fail.
It’s the trust in the act, not the fate it must earn,
That brings me my ease, I have no concerns.

 

In the work that I love, I don’t chase the applause,
I stay in the moment, not bound by the cause.
My job’s just to offer, to partner, to act—
Not forcing results, just naming the facts.

 

Let it fall, let it rise, let the end be unknown—
There’s a peace that arrives when we leave it alone.
Take the step, speak the word, plant the seed you can see—
Then dance in the truth: we are powerless and free.

 

When the plane leaves the ground, I don’t hold its fate,
I’m totally clear, that’s not on my plate.
And with clients who suffer, I show up and stay—
Not to fix, but to lead them into radical play.

 

It’s not retreat, but it is a surrender:
To act where I can, trusting life’s splendor.
This freedom, this flow—it’s not luck, but my choice:
To live from my center, not echo the noise.

 

Let it fall, let it rise, let the end be unknown—
There’s a peace that arrives when we leave it alone.
Take the step, speak the word, plant the seed you can see—
Then dance in the truth: we are powerless and free.