Release and Letting Go

Poetic Reflections

No Rock Today

I woke expecting something to climb,

a hill, a task, a reason, a sign.

My hands were ready, my shoulders tight,

prepared to prove I could still fight.

But the morning whispered, not today,

there is no rock to push your way.

No mountain waiting for your might,

no badge for effort, no wrong to right.

And oh, the ache—that restless hum,

the fear that says, If I’m still, I’m none.

I saw it then, with gentle eyes:

my worth once lived in uphill tries.

Grounding asked me to plant my feet,

but surrender said, you may unseat

the armor worn so long, so well,

the strength that learned to never dwell.

So here I sit, hands open wide,

no hill, no push, no need to strive.

Just breath, just being, just this now,

learning I don’t need a vow.

If peace feels strange, it’s only because

I lived so long without a pause.

Today I choose a softer art

to let life carry, not my heart.

No rock today.

And that, I see,

is not a loss

it’s freedom finding me

Releasing the Dream

There comes a moment when a dream no longer needs to be held.

Not because it has faded,

and not because it has been abandoned

but because it has been fully seen, named, and honored.

I reached that moment quietly.

I had already acknowledged how much abundance lived in my life.

Love. Safety. Freedom.

The simple wealth of waking without fear.

And still, there were dreams

of ease, of beauty, of legacy,

of providing softness where life had once been hard.

I let myself want them without shame.

Then, without urgency, I released them.

Not with indifference,

but with gratitude.

Like opening my hands and watching a dove lift into open sky

not to send it away,

but to trust that it knew where to go.

I didn’t follow it with my eyes for long.

I returned to my breath.

To the day in front of me.

To the quiet that had become my home.

This is where the grasping ends.

What is released from fullness does not disappear.

It integrates.

It moves with life rather than against it.

And in that letting go,

nothing is lost.

Only the tension.