Letting Go

 

 

 

Letting Go

And Grandmother said “It’s all baby-steps.”

Now

even as snowflakes begin their clinging,

thoughts arise of ”there must be more”

and again, on the path, my boots simply leave a mushy mess.

So

as when a baby throws its food and watches the effect,

the snow sits quiet; gathering witness

And continued is my endless desire for rightness

and awareness still of others in need.

let go

like snow

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