Poem: She Let Go

On the edge of a rainforest in West Gippsland, Australia - where the land opens into countryside and the forest waits just beyond sight - Jac brings Safire Rose’s poem to life.

One of Jac's favourite places on earth.
A quiet honour to share this moment here.

Written by Safire Rose.
Performed by Jac Godsman.

Transcript

She let go. Without a thought or a word, She let go. She let go of the fear. She let go of the judgment. She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head. She let go of the committee of indecision within her. She let go of all the right reasons. Wholly and completely. Without hesitation or worry, She just let go. She didn't ask anyone for advice. She didn't read a book on how to let God. She didn't search the scriptures. She just let go. She let go of all of the memories. Held her back. She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right. She didn't promise to let go. She didn't journal about it. She didn't write the projected date in her day timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn't check the weather report. Or read her daily horoscope. She just let go. She didn't analyse whether she should let go. She didn't call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn't do a five-step spiritual mind treatment. She didn't call the prayer line. She didn't utter one word. She just let go. No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her. Or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf. Falling from a tree. She just let go. There was no effort There was no struggle. It wasn't good and it wasn't bad. It was what it was, And it is just that. In the space of letting go. She let it all be. A small smile. Came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone. For evermore.