My Choice

If you lose hope, somehow you lose the vitality that keeps life moving, you lose that courage to be, that quality that helps you go on in spite of it all. And so today I still have a dream.
 

In my heart I feel an ache,

it tells a story of an intimate sadness,

a cowaring fear of intimacy and volunerability,

and what is right is blinded by the illusion.

Causing pain and feelings of disconnection,

how do you let go?

Let go, then let Great Mystery