One Word

River, I give you this word:
Manifest.

Wash it away,
take it from me.
The strings, like a
marionette's between my pride
and this word
are ready to be cut.

'Manifest.'
What is it really?
Work.
Hard.
Challenge.
A List.

In order for it to work,
it needs a partner:
"with ease."

What I want...
What I want is
a new word.
A new paradigm.
One with out the struggle to
get there.
Can that be
'Manifest's' personality?

I want to
'welcome with grace'.
Does 'Manifest' fit that bill?

I think my contracted,
grabbing on to
the pride of 'Manifest' is
contingent upon the act of
overcoming
struggle.

Bullshit!
That's no fun.
And hard.
And tiring.
Fuck that crap.

I sit here by the river,
actually, in the river and
remember to welcome in
the flow.
It's constant,
if I just
turn and open.
Receive.
Allow.