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It’s never easy letting go
sometimes the process is slow
but, it’s the only way to grow
I don’t really know where to begin
so, I write intentions on birch skin
the wind suddenly begins to spin
Carefully, I fold my precious notes
a squirrel scampers near a tall oak
making my way down a snowy slope
Standing at the water edge
I make a sacred pledge
watching a dog play fetch
I gently thump, drum in hand
the birds seem to understand
as the universe quietly expands
offering my intentions to the flame
there are new dreams, I wish to claim
letting go, is not easy, I exclaimed
linking with What's Going On? Letting Go
hosted by Mary
I went to a fire ceremony and this poem
was born from it.
I love how this processes with the beat of your drum (inner and outer?) Reminding us of the importance of moving on and reflect - wonderful! Jae
ReplyDeleteThe rhyme helps to give the beat of the drum. I can picture the birch skin and the flame. What a wonderful "letting go" ceremony!
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