From the depths of my soul
to the words that leave my
slightly dry and cracked Colorado lips
and to the energy that escapes my fingertips…
From the cages of your mind
and the stories that bind…
May you be free.
Is it time that heals
or each line that you unwind?
May you be free.
The pain is the stain
in the reality you perceive,
not the names you’ve slain,
but the blocks to what you may receive.
May you be free.
“If only, if only” is the futile game of the past,
memories you try to rehash,
never meant to last.
And in our attempts to protect
ourselves from the neglect
we pass fear on as the effect.
Yet it is from the past your soul tries to break free…
Free to allow all that may be.
May you be free.
The shame that you carry is not ingrained
in your name
and it is in vain
that you try to make yourself better when…
When you have always been enough.
Maybe if you just paused you would see.
Then you could let the old version of you leave.
“Let go, let go” of all that you think you know
and surrender to the flow.
May you be free.
You fear losing all you hold dear,
your love is sincere,
but in the grief of death,
is a new breath.
May you be free.
Love lies in the fall.
It is the place where pain is erased
and your soul escapes…
You return to the truth of it all.
May you be free.
God is not a person or place.
God is not a being found in the sky.
God is the energy that flies.
You are God, you body is just the vase.
May you be free.
A Dog and Her Girl 