Why do we resist letting go?
When every soul a seed’s and only purpose is to grow?
Why do we personalize and humanize this process and make it about “ME”?
When resisting change is same as fighting gravity.
When releasing is as natural
as leaves letting go of the tree
Why does our mind make up stories of what could be
in this solid permanence forever identity?
Were we brainwashed by this idealic fantasy…?
Is it generational coding to play out this biography
or a cellular level in our biology
There are 2 lobes of the heart..
Is it just cardiology
that we seek duality?
it recycles anew repeatidely
and the heart shape- symbol
For we are just energy…
it cannot be destroyed where does it go? Alchemy?
This continuous circuit, current forming infinity…
like a battery
Yet this physical body fights to hold stupidly
and belive loosing pieces would make an amputee
toxic, sickly and co-dependtly
We wane with pain and ask whats wrong with me
when we have the key to our own happy.
Those heavy memories we pack and carry
though our own evolutionary journey
but wait… thats just weight and extra debris
damn the game of indecision-volunatry anxiety
it is Solidarity!!!!
SO… when something LEAVES
may we sit in quiet spaces
sift, shift and lift into the space of our inner galaxy
let it turn and burn into fueled gold like alchemy
weaving constelations in our star skyed tapesty
Belief Instinctivley, intuitivley
-i am worthy
Returning patiently to nature of harmony
Back to the garden the seeds grow independtly
yet not in each others shadow
with light and rain grows the strong leaf tree
That LEAVE makes us long to hold on
when nature knows that it will let go
the cycle is a circle and
sacred geometry like the
all that exists cosmically
i circle back to inner knowing
this going is growing
and the other pieces are out of my controlling