Free From More

Until I asked what I actually need: not more money than I can use,
Not more eyes than I can meet,
Just enough to live an honest life and a quiet place to rest my feet.
There's a kind of free that isn't loud; it's the freedom from always wanting more,
Free from comparing what I have to what somebody's showing at their door.
Free from the more.
Just enough, and nothing to keep score.
I stopped counting what I don't have,
Started noticing what's already mine.
A slow morning, a real conversation,
A life that doesn't need to shine.