Poem: Letting Go Is An Art

A gentle offering from my poetry book, In Rooms of Truth — containing poems, art, prayers and permission slips on the alchemical journey of living and dying awake. This poem is part of a collection written specifically for moments when you think you might be ready to let go.

Transcript

Letting go is an art. To loosen the grip, Unhook from the story, The identity of how I've come to know the world, And thus myself. Painted on worn-out canvas, Brushes with old bristles, And paints hardened with time untouched. I've not yet danced with the art of new brushes, Fresh canvas, Smooth and supple paints. To let go into ease so easy, They say. What kind of art might I create? Good enough for walls? A magic I haven't yet touched. A beauty I haven't yet understood. But now I have fresh canvas, And new paints, And an opportunity to let go of how it's always been. To embrace the mess of starting again. Trusting the journey to teach me along the way. Something tells me it all makes for more art, After all.