Choose

It’s okay to be tired, love

You waited thirty years

To finally tear through that heavy

Translucent wall

To emerge from thought into being

To decide something

Anything

You had to choose

Lose

Gain yourself as you did

And I am so proud of you.

You chose beautifully.

Fervently.

From the part of your soul that laughs at the idea

That there was a choice to make

“Can’t you see?

No amount of self restraint

Reason

Detachment

Is able to stop the great spirit in you

From loving what it loves

The way the wind loves the mountain.”

And then you broke.

Carrying your tears to drop them in the sea.

You didn’t stop (the wind does not shirk her duties)

You broke like a wave on the shore

Again

And again

And again

And every time you did

Your touch became warmer

And more gentle

You lingered in the trees

Listening

Remembering your roots

Allowing the flow of life to stick to your hands

Allowing grief to bring you down to rest your head on the ground

Where you could caress the flowers lovingly

Remembering sacred

Remembering small

Slow

Awe

Finally surrendering your body

To the sun

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