Sometimes it seems I love without limit.  I hold the hands of  many, and hold the breath of many more in my heart.  There is a wave of ever-expanding joy when I think of those I love.  I smile from the inside out.  This love is real and reflects the truth of the world I think.  It’s real as long as I remember: you are not mine.

Because there is a part of me that wants to keep you.  I want everything to stay the same.  There are whispers of change and I want to hush them.  There are glimpses of goodbyes and I shut them out.  It’s all too much… Don’t want to think about all of that…

Maybe it’s time to let go.

I thought that I was free and so, in turn, were you.  I’ve been so busy healing all the parts of my life that hurt, I ignored all those that flowed.  What does that say?  I thought we flowed.  I thought we walked the same path, and maybe we do, but there is a fork in the road ahead.

I hate that fork.  Maybe it’s time to let go.

All of you whom I love beyond the beyond, it has come to my attention that I have held you too close.  You were never mine.  How could I have what I am a part of and which is a part of me?  We are everything.  We are Love.

By holding onto you I deny the truth.  By letting you go I affirm: there is nothing else but what we are.

I’m working on it.  Hang in there.  I’ll get it.  I promise.  I will.

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