The Art of Release
My heart is used to this. All its life it has gained and lost. It is overwhelmed and filled- then just as quickly emptied out- only to do it all over again. All day long… Welcoming in something new, and letting it go because that’s what’s asked of it. That’s what is necessary for survival. You see, my heart is not new to this game. But my mind… All its life its been taught to retain. Remember this. Don’t ever let this slip away. Keep this in mind. And so like a bookmark you are placed neatly in your own place. I can’t push you out with each passing minute. You just…remain. My brain must learn the art of release.
