Draft Series 4:

LETTING GO ~

Translation:

As I sit and turn inward I begin to reflect. On all that has become clear and anew in my life has birthed from the idea to let go. To let go. Just as a cloud rotates the sky to soon fade and diminish. I let go. Just as the sugar dissolves into the warmth of the tea. I let go. Just as the garden is pruned to flourish throughout the ever changing seasons. I let go. To deweed the thoughts and declutter the mind. I create space and invite in what is the divine time. Perhaps even we let go? As the letting go “I” becomes the memory of the “we” that once united. Whether lover, friend or foe. Yes, we let go. Letting go of the tight fist to free the aching hand. A burden. A suffering. A festering old disillusion. A note that no longer belongs to the harmony of my own existence. A gentle release and an ease of the disease that once carried within me. I let go. The chapter. The story. The false reality that masked my potential. I let go. A closing. An ending. A fresh breath of optimism. This is the unfolding. Becoming who I am through the simple art of choice and solace. Seeking forward and knowing so. Trusting path and trusting process. That as I lean into myself, I am held. For I am the answer to all of my questions. And with that I hear the comfort of my own reassurance. To be free. To open my eyes. To breathe in. To let it all go.

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