It is 6:30 a.m., so tired.
I wish I could've kept sleeping.
Yet work awaits, another day teaching.
One more week, then it's summer!
Oh summer, I wish would keep.
It always goes so very fast.
Now my life involves letting go.
As I let go of toys
and clothes and bikes and things
part of me let's go of
the small years of my boys.
So bittersweet is them growing up.
As I let go of marriage,
the attachment of my family together,
I am both saddened and freed.
We will always be their family,
even though it looks different now.
My boys are kept, by both.
I let go of so much.
Yes, things both physically and metaphorically,
clearing out that which doesn't serve.
Things like a mixer, a TV
(that never ever actually gets used),
anger, bitterness, impatience, blame and jealousy.
What I vow to keep close are
my boys-they are my lifesavers.
I will not cling to material,
but to that which really matters:
integrity, love, truth, consciousness, compassion, God.
Yes, these I will keep close.
In my heart, love is kept.
There also lies faith and forgiveness.
My dreams are kept until manifestation,
or as gateway to another dream.
We have a path to walk,
through dark forests and sunny meadows.
In God's hands I am kept,
my boys are kept, We're kept.
Resistance is futile, must.let.go.
I cannot control, but can trust
I am kept, I am safe,
I am moving forward in light.
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