The wind is behind you it holds things in place.
I don’t need it anymore. I never did, but she did.
The breeze speaks softly, it’s the only sound.
The changes are beautiful, breath is found.

I lose and accept. No more possession, no holds.
Love moves, allows, sits, releases, knows without bound.
Rooms of rest located in the mind, a gift of surrender.
Giving up and in, giving out, removing from the pile.

Lighter, softer, warmer, quieter, the gates open.
I can’t keep you, I am not for you, or for anyone.
Begin again, use the time to move away, gather and abstain.
Tears of clarity, emergence of power but double the pain.

Take me away to the day where it’s all just fine and okay.
What I feel is heavy, it’s mine and yours and hers.
Deciding to use silence as a knapsack, it holds what I need.
Let your touch, your smell, your heart and your wounds starve me.

Loud and visible not the way. Underground, silent and without you I pray.
I won’t remind, I won’t explain, I won’t wait, I won’t stay.
When you don’t look away, when I’m not washed away, that’s the day.
I walk towards the light, the stars above me hold a secret that doesn’t delay.

When I walk, I run. When I speak, I sing.
Gifts and rarity noticed, words, words, words.
The propellor stops and the engine cools, the clouds shift.
Take me away to that cave, where I am alone, without anyone to save.

I must walk, I must eat, I must sleep, I must sing,
I must give, I must love, I must breathe.

I must wait, I must hope, I must believe, I must dance,
I must hold, I must allow, I must let go.

I must wander, I must do, I must trust, I must protect,
I must resurrect, I must embrace, I must create.

I must look at the Earth and its inhabitants and I must
use what I have to change what I can.

I must look at today with gratitude for all that I have,
all that I can do, all that I am and all that I will be.

I must not look behind me or too far in front.
The landscape alters in a flash, what is here today is you, me, them, us.
We won’t break.

I must thank the catalysts. I must say my deepest thanks
for pushing me through to a stronger and most important place.

I must use what I see, use what I feel, use what I hear,
use what I smell and use what I taste for greater purpose and harmony.

I must let you in, I must keep you out, I must call it in,
I must explain it all, I must be honest, I must be frank, I must be true.

I must admit, musting is a grind. But musts have brought great fortune,
without them, life is less sublime.

I must wake up, I must swim, I must ride, I must run,
I must fall, I must pause, I must jump.

I must leverage what and how nature gives and I must tether
my heart and my blood so tightly to what I believe, to what I know.

I must be alive.