I let myself go

I wanted to write C.C. a love poem and I hesitated. Suspended between wanting to write of love and loving, I resonate with the fear of letting go.

Oh, and a voice inside whispers. If you do that you'll get hurt.

I turn to face the voice but it disappears into the mists of fear.

There I am. Supine suspension on a violin string. Delicately balanced between my wanting to know love and my fear of being known in love.

I let myself

Go.

It doesn't take balance to fly.

Just courage.

So flowed my meditation this morning.

A delicate weave of clear mind spaces unravelling into the mists and images of violin strings plucked and vibrating with potential, with meaning, with lore and Love.

I let myself down
gently
into the waters
warm and inviting
calling me deeper

I let myself fall
effortlessly
into air
soft and enveloping
lifting me higher

I let
my
self
go

and hold
on
to nothing
but
Love.