A poem I wrote a while back. How would it be to just surrender to our feelings and let them flow, not holding on to any grievance like children can do?
How would it be
If we could enter our innocent heart
And feel the power
Of deep true feelings
Blossoming forth
Like flowers
And set them free
Without care or concern
For the opinions and responses of others
Freed from old imprints of
Shame
Disapproval
Disregard
How sweet that would be
I remember
That funeral
When old unfelt grief poured forth
And I cried like a child
The look of contempt
My sister gave
I was reaching out with the arms of love
To his grieving grandchildren
Who returned my embrace
And we melted in
They didn’t stiffen and pull away
And I remember too
The tender hugs
Of the other dancers
As we fell spent to the floor
After we dancedthe element water
On the evening of that painfulday
When you came to me in the garden
By the Chalice Well
Andtold methat you
Who I had loved for…
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