The first loosening of the rope
Snaring the fear, the ego, the pain,
brings a gasp.
At first, free fall is frightening.
These first few moments shock,
Then the wind lifts my heart.
I begin to glide.
I see the pain below me, just out of reach.
Fear now spreads so thin
I simply push through to the other side.
Ego still calls with an exacting voice,
Demanding to be right.
Clamoring to be seen.
Summoning what is owed.
But the rope is unbound
And slips slyly out of reach.
Buoyed by the breath,
Lungs filled with life,
I smile at the sorrow
once demanding my attention,
not needing to draw it near me,
nor keep it close.
Reveling in beauty,
laughing with the magic,
I praise the wonders I have been given.
December 14 – Appreciate. What’s the one thing you have come to appreciate most in the past year? How do you express gratitude for it? (Author: Victoria Klein)
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