sweet gift
i'm
letting
go,
i'm
dropping
the mask
and the old
familiar tense.
holding on now
falls away,
the rivers'
current is
my flowing
and its roots
feed my soul.
i'm letting go
and the fall
is a wild wind
of words
that are
backwards
because i'm
falling up...
stillness and
a new depth
surround my
letting go
and i begin
to find
the mess of
my life
is a sweet
sweet gift.
letting
go,
i'm
dropping
the mask
and the old
familiar tense.
holding on now
falls away,
the rivers'
current is
my flowing
and its roots
feed my soul.
i'm letting go
and the fall
is a wild wind
of words
that are
backwards
because i'm
falling up...
stillness and
a new depth
surround my
letting go
and i begin
to find
the mess of
my life
is a sweet
sweet gift.
posted by bernard j murphy at 8:25:00 a.m.
1 Comments:
thanks rod, harleys are
a whole other kind of
poetry. have you see the movie
the motorcycle diaries, its
quite the adventure.
peace bro...b
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