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Letting go…

Letting go of the life I was living

Letting go of the plans I was beginning to make

Letting go of the dreams I was dreaming up

Letting go of the hopes that were coming awake.

Sitting in this space of uncertainty

not knowing what to expect,

hanging on to a vague image of the future

with no idea of what is ahead.

I turn to what I do have right now

to ground me and settle me down.

I grasp for treasures accessible

and discover gems to fill up a crown.

 

I savour the beauty of English spring,

and soak in its lazy sunshine.

I tread the paths of my neighbourhood, and have

weekly dates with an old dame across the two-metre line.

 

I indulge in cooking with no distractions

and tango with aromas and taste.

I am surprised at my own ability to focus

as I spend hours creating without any haste.

 

I talk daily with my loved ones

I say hello to friends via Zoom,

I can tune into the rhythm of their lives

now that I am not going vroom-vroom.



I am getting used to this new pace of life

I am beginning to dream in its confines.

I am hoping for some continuity

and am making plans with dim outlines.

 

But then fear decides to drop in

with anxiety and worry as coattails,

I get jolted into the reality

with all the uncertainties and other travails.



It seems, I might again be …

 

Letting go of the life I was living

Letting go of the plans I was beginning to make

Letting go of the dreams I was dreaming up

Letting go of the hopes that were coming awake.

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Transitions

Here is comfortable, soothing and warm.

Vivid, colorful and safe from any storm.

There, on the other hand,

is confusing and blurred,

riddled with questions,

where murky thoughts are stirred.


Here, I think, I can control,

there, conjures up

visions of a black hole.

I like the familiarity of now and here,

don’t really want to go from here to there.

But there comes along

like an uninvited guest.

It makes me jump hoops

and go from test to test.

I try on the new world

with effort and care,

but I don’t like this place

of being neither here nor there.


It is unnerving

to not know where I stand,

I yearn for stability

in this shifting sand.

I get busy with turning

my chaos into order,

creating an art piece

with a picture and a neat border.


Some new pieces don’t fit in,

I put them on the side.

Memories still haunt,

I take that in my stride.

Fresh routines start to set in,

new people come around.

I start to find my feet

and can feel the ground.


Anxiety starts to fade

and joys seep in,

life restarts to take shape,

focus and colour creep in.

Fog starts to lift,

I begin to see

I am in the same enchanting forest

but had been clinging to one tree.

As I look back on my travels

from here to there,

a fascinating idea

is laid out bare.

This journey of life

is never from here to there,

it always has been

from one here to another here.

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