The Art of Letting go is an Expensive one to learn.
We need to First eke out the Last shred of Courage. To believe That even without every Single thing that we are desperately Clinging onto , We are every bit worthy of the space that we occupy.
We then need To painstakingly learn to look at the world with A heart that is not heavy With the weight of the burden It has gotten used to carrying around. This might seem fairly easy , Because who would Not like to be unburdened After all? But the truth is that our heart Gets so used to the hypnotic baggage of Everything we carry That it synchronises its heartbeat To the rhythm of the chains Keeping it caged. And so to wake up every day And to willingly coax the heart Into learning a song that isn't Born from the belly of the chains We entangle ourselves in Is a very , very hard endeavour to Undertake, One that costs every last Bit of hope we can Muster , a hope to experience the Joy Of flying unbridled at Any and all cost.
And finally , If we do find this courage And this power to follow the above, We need to be able to Know that the song That we have lovingly And Carefully taught our hearts To sing in the wake of being Free from our burden Is one that holds the Calibre and hue to be Totally embraced by the ears Of the universe.
But once we Do somehow learn this Excruciating art Of letting Go ,
We will surely rise From the ashes of Our outgrown past self like the phoenix, And the real beauty would Be that now we would Be holding onto something far More kinder and holier Than our burden,
We will be holding onto Our truth and our love and our passion.
To live so lightly On the body of the universe That she finds it in Herself to even Allow us to Fly