January 12, 2014
The Art of Letting Go
The art of letting go is the click
at the end of the phone call letting
the dying rest into the crossing over,
after absorbing each inhale and exhale.
Mumbles of desired connection linger across the airwaves.
You accept the message for what it is – a last effort to say I love you
when the heart only has twenty more beats to go.
Each word is precious, like diamonds reflecting on a street at sunrise.
You notice every glint, each reflection. Each change
in hue is a moment imprinted on your brain.
The art of letting go is the act of loving
so greatly that you say farewell,
promising to live authentically as the soul steps
out of the weary body and moves forward into the light,
without regrets, without hard feelings,
It is the moment of being completely honest,
barebones naked, telling a loved one she saved your life
and that you are better for it.
Your heart spreads wide open,
because love is all there is
and there is no use being greedy
with something so important.
The art of letting go is knowing
there is enough to go around. The dead are well aware
and the living . . . .
well, we always need to know.
This is dedicated to my grandmother, who is in the process of crossing over. She taught me so many things in my life. Without her, I wouldn’t know the art of telling stories. Namaste, Gram.