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But I am trying.
Sharing directly off Elephant Journal because this is so effin good and I want you all to read it now.
Also, if you are brave, after you read the poem, I did my first attempt at audio for Snicks...I have miles to go but I felt the need to speak the poet's words in my own shaky voice.
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She Let Go.

She let go.
She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of the fear.
She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice.
She didn’t read a book on how to let go.
She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word.
She just let go.
No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort.
There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore…
Now for some reason I really was drawn to read this aloud. I have never done this before except performance pieces years ago in art school...it was one take and rough with music from my phone that stops too soon, and there are lots of glitches but it is me raw and real.
Just click the link below to hear my one take go at this lovely poem. Thanks EJ and Safire Rose for such a sublime gift.
luv ya friends,
oxo
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