even formless it holds a place

It is oddly wonderful and calm here isn't it?

There’s no room for careless error
I'm feeling these blessing gradual,
with everything I'm careful.

Circumspection isn't for the weak
but it's no longer tedious to me,
I swear it on everything I've sown
   everything I've grown.

There's room to bloom forever,
I know what it means to feel so free
formless and unnamed
  all of it
   weaved in
     purity.