What is the merit of holding on?
Fists of your heart
clinging since before your birth
to what keeps the rush of the real
at bay.
Just listen to your words
listen to the secret language of your heart
feel it deep
deep…
the luscious words are there
like a bubbling spring
a creek
a brook
yearning for its ocean tide
as was ever-written
on this heart of mine
-on all of ours-
that it is time to just let go.
“It is such a lonely place!”
that false heart cries
your hands clenched tight
where do you think you will ever go?
the biggest lie you tell yourself
is never as big as this one
because it was born from the blindness
which will lead you to the blazing light
where nothing can be hidden anymore
Where is the merit in what has always been?
Where does the new get born in such a place as this?
Just let go…in everything….in all of it….because of it….for it… and be free.
You just gotta learn how to set yourself free.
Waking The Infinite 