Once more...letting go

Thank you little dragonfly...
for letting me fly.
The heaviness of the flesh
made it a little hard.

Yet, the soul...
the spirit...
and the heart
gave me wings
to move around.

Could it have been faster?
"Of course", I say.
Could it have been stronger?
Your voice reminds me,
"Could" is not what is.
Why care?,
Just take delight
on what is
and nothing else.

There will be more
not just this one.
To play, to do, to show.
Let it be as it is.
Nothing more.
Enjoy today
and let it go.

Remember...

always remember
to loosen the grip,
with open hands
for things
to come and go.
Release and let it go
yes...let it all go.

Dragonfly,
you gave me wings
to be...and yet not to be.
There will be more,
many and much
to be and again

to let it go.

mcr

Letting go...

Almost there,

getting there

the view

clearer now.

A breath,

a song

giving winds

to my soul.

All the illusions

the turmoil

the doubts

who cares?

"I do"...

It was just that

a dream

more like a

nightmare

I think.

Focusing,

trusting,

yet more importantly

loosing

this sense of being

to get there

still I don't know

where.

That's exactly

the point.

To let go

just once more.

Is not the first self

I've had to let go.

It won't be the last

I hope.

Getting there

I'll know.

To once again

let it go...

mcr

Tough times...

Nowhere to go,
escape from myself.
Isn't that
foolish enough?
Desperate to find
a time for repose
just in quiet
and silence to be.

The struggle within
seems to never end
to prove...
to prove what...is just that,
but insane.

It's all in my hands
in my mind
in my heart.
It's up to me
why don't I realize?
Yes, why?

No more fight,
no more stuggle
no more cares
no more thoughts.
Cause it is here
and I decide to let it go...
let it all go.

Do I surrender?
Certainly not.
But do a truce
I call myself forth?
To this I say "yes"
and take a rest
from the fight.
And laying
still all my minds.

A rest
my eyes closed
my head placed
submerged
in the well of the unknown.
No more knowing,
let just rest.
Perhaps it is time
to just let
everything go.

And by having nothing

more to hold on

the peace, the joy will

rush back as it was before.

Let me jump, step in

just throw

myself to the void

and find myself again

where it all begun.

mcr

What is it...?

What is it that I want to prove?

To myself... to whom?

Wasted time ... wasted life

What is it,

little dragonfly...what is it?

The breath, the strength...

the days and time that goes by.

I don't want them to just fade away

in the absurdity of what?

To fly like you

been just who you are.

Being and been compared

to what?.

Who is to say who am I?

Who is to say what I can?

Who is this self willing to die?.

Yet to live is even more hard

Lets call this self... Yes! ... I'll call this self.

I'll summon her and looking in her eyes

in a whisper will ask

"Why are you holding me down?,

Don't you see that I want to live and fly?"

mcr

Again...

Doubts...

For the first time

in a long time

have come to me.

Uncertain

wishing them

not to be.

But they are

and here I am

what am I to do

to be?

A new phase

a stage

of what is

or has to be...

Will I be pushing

too hard?

Will I be fit?

What is it..

if it is?

mcr

Perceptions

Friend or foe...
what is it that I see?
Tell me little dragonfly
what will it be?

"It is for you to decide...
It is for you to see.
Within you is the lock
within you is the key..."

What should I look for?
What should I seek?
It appears to be real
all that I see.

"You make it real...
don't you see?
It is a matter of choice,
not theirs but yours."

It is in my hands

yet, more in my mind

it's up to me dragonfly.

I choose...
peace.

mcr

Hanging down...

"I am who I am,

not afraid anymore

of what I feel or of what

I know.

Doubts...

not as much as before.

Fears...

smaller, fainter,

even jokes!

Hanging down

from the tree,

trusting more

even me.

A long way, isn't it?

I myself ask myself.

A smile in my lips,

no words,

just a smile.

The answer is just this."

mcr

I've not forgotten...

Little dragonfly I have not forgotten you...

The work has been hard and silently inside.

New things are growing and becoming

for you, for me, for all to see...

How am I to share?

Is my question to the divine air.

When, will there be a time

for me to speak, to be, to share?

"It has been , it is , it will be ...",

I hear a quiet voice speaking to me.

"Let the process keep it's course

everything already is been done."

mcr

Errors...

Dear dragonfly hear me now...

I've heard that errors are but stepping stones

where our feet step and go.

Where to but, to beyond

the place our steps made us fall.

It hurts... it will pass.

Let me remember... not the pain.

Let me remember the love

that will help me correct my path.

mcr