Looking out of the window into
the pale blue sky
I see a bird flying by,
telling me she’s heading
to a faraway place
making the last turns around the
watching it’s flowers and towers
And I ask her if I can fly there too,
so I can finally let go of you.
With a chirping sound I hear her say
any hour and any day
and wherever you may like to stay.
But don’t forget
letting go needs more than that.
It needs attention
for the dark corners of your heart,
for the long forgotten and neglected
for your wounded skin and you’re
when you’re always wanting and
trying so hard
But nothing changes and you stay
where you are
and the dust settles while you forget
where you wanted to go,
away from all the pain,
let it be carried away by the rain
of your tears.
And in some years
you will look back and see that you
finding back to yourself
Here and now,
and at any hour and any day
you can be sure you’re on your way.
And I hear the bird sing:
breathe and let yourself be overwhelmed
by your whole and sacred being.