This is a song that I wrote while bicycling yesterday.  Well, I wrote the first verse while bicycling, because it sprang up, with its tune, as bicycle songs will do.  I wrote the verse down on the margin of an event program I happened to have in my bicycle pouch.  I wrote the second two verses today, sitting in my garden.

You don’t need permission

for you always have permission

to be you

You don’t need to worry

for inside you know most surely

what is true

Each moment is a work of art

to which you bring your own true heart

Your heart will tell you truly what to do.

No need to be guessing

if your long-awaited blessing

will come through

Everything you’re longing for

has always been here, and belonged

to you

Within the bud the flower grows

The time will come when it will show

Your garden blossoms plentiful and true.

So across your landscape

May you reap your understanding

Ever new

No need for pretending

for your heart will keep ascending

guiding you

to everything you’re meant to be,

to do the work that sets you free

and shines you forth as royal, pure, and true.