The Flowing
There's a voice inside that's pulling at your heart,
Whispering you need to fix each broken part.
But underneath the noise, beneath the mental chatter,
You're learning that your peace is all that matters.
You've been the one who holds it all together,
Weathering their storms in any kind of weather.
But consciousness observes without the need to cling,
You're not the only doer of this exhausting thing.
Let go, let go... release the tightened grip.
Watch the thoughts like clouds, just let them drift and slip.
The energy gets blocked when you resist what's true:
They walk their own path, and so, my dear, are you.
You cannot force the river, cannot make it bend.
The harder that you try, the more you just defend
Against what simply is, this moment, here and now.
Stop asking life for answers about when or why or how.
Your inner roommate screams that you're not doing enough,
That you should try again, that love means staying tough.
But the seat of consciousness knows this isn't love, it's fear;
The fear of letting go of what was never really here.
So open, just keep opening, surrender to the flow.
Allow the universe to take you where ever you need to go.
You're not abandoning, you're finally getting free,
From carrying a burden that was never yours to be.
The one who watches, witnesses; that's who you are inside.
Not the anxious thoughts, not the pain, and not the pride.
Just pure awareness, floating, light as morning air.
Let them drift into the current, if they choose to be there.
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