|| to be read slowly, and with deep breaths as they feel right ||
there is a state of bliss i experience right as a season is about to end
as i detach from it,
as i witness what it held for me,
as i know that what it brought to me was every lesson, person, loss, and moment
i could need
i am enveloped in gratitude, swallowed up by the lightness,
the perfection of all i have known
and
i prepare my being to let it all go
i ground my mind in what is true
that every season is blissful from this far out
as i prepare my being to let it all go
and know
that the pain of where i am headed is perfection too,
that all i need is to breathe my being into the next moment
her grounded radiance, her courage carries the seed
i am uprooted, with trust that the soil i am planted in next
contains the nutrients, hurdles, and conditions
for these roots to grow beyond their current form
to plummet, connect, surrender, receive ᐧ ᐧ ᐧ