Letting Go

My thoughts of David had slowed and my days grew shorter yet I felt stronger having released the feelings kept bottled for times review through ink stained paper now to float its own course through life and eyes of any brave enough to open and read the words that seem to magically emerge from my hands. Letting Go wasn't the hard part, I often coward myself. I found difficulties in the adjusting of letting go. Spaces once filled with memories gone over till my heart beat or bled. I longed for remembrances no more and of this I found proud moments within myself. I had found many beautiful lessons I would be forever grateful for among the aches and pains of growing, and much like the composting of the leaves under tree, I too knew something else would Bloom from its decay. Some beautiful blossom not yet imagined and interwoven on my soul's flame flowing Frozen bridge. Dripping away to water the new casings planted by my letting go, my leap of Faith, to die and bare again new growth.

   New experiences were sure to come as all choices lead to New opportunities and I had chose to let go of much I had been carrying with me in my head and my heart that no longer served the purpose of healthy growth and believe I had acquired many tools from my travels on Love's eternal flux ever flowing bridge between. I had learned to trade my outcome for hopes and wants for desires and in doing so I had clumsily stumbled upon a more supple ability for alignment within, flow... Unbroken continuity of parts... The source of my boundless perpetual Muchness. There was a newness here in The art of Letting go... The tool to be how one nurtures the still believing in such a thing, although, much like the movies I loved getting lost in so much the characters would change the plot would vary but always the heroin would find her love in herself, in another, and in her interminable framework of her own Munchness.

   I suppose in the letting go of "not" love or "old" constraints that had once bound my entirety to its own false will, I had inadvertently allowed "new" to enter into my beingness, though confusing and unknown to me it's reasons as of yet (yet meaning you're eligible too), the spaces once flooded by thoughts feelings and emotions housed by David's memories were now being filled with desires of new love, new expeditions down paths only daydreamed of before and I wondered along each one writing in my own mind's eye words I could now not quite make out clearly in the limbs of the trees. Cursive writings limb to limb spelled out half words. Some forward, some backward, and some cast as shadows on the ground and outer walls of my abode as though calling me out from the internal walls I had clung to while sitting inside my own sorrow filled teardrops. As I ventured out into the yard I had not visited in quite some time the sun shone brightly overhead. The birds were singing and flying about and there on the ground where the snake had eaten the frog was a single owl feather. The wind picked up a bit with a smooth coolness to it. As I bent to retrieve the feather I felt as though the world around me was commending me on wisdom obtained, the letting go, like the owl of his feather the frog of his life and the snake who had granted My wish during his own exposed moment in times lifeline.