I must let go
for the truth is
I hold on to nothing
See here:
I am but
a clenched fist
grasping illusions
which promise satisfaction
but only leave me
more hungry than before
Where does the illusion end
and reality begin?
Somewhere inside my palm.
The clenched fist knows nothing
but rabid desperation
But in letting go
it can be open to receive
Love is a creature
that cannot be controlled
cannot be manipulated
It must be accepted
as the wild and free spirit that it is
Do not try to corral it-
it will only break down your fences
destroying your illusions
of progress and success
Love cannot be tamed
it cannot be paraded about
enslaved to the circus master
Love cannot be dominated
and made into a whore
used, spent, and disregarded
Love exists on it’s own terms
and is subject to no one
If you think you possess love
then you are deluded
Love is possessed by none
Love is the possessor
Love does not exist
within the clenched fist
Love is but a spirit
passing through
just passing through
Open up your hand
let Love flow between your fingers
4.12.17