In the Letting Go

In the letting go,
A freedom unknown
Becomes as welcomed
As fresh falling snow...
On Pine trees green.

In the letting go,
A release becomes sacred
To experience,
As an unpolluted breeze...
To breathe a feeding done easily.

In the letting go,
One knows a life has arrived to be explored.

In the letting go...
An unexpected flow,
Connects.
To all.
And all that is there to be shared,
Comes.
To the one letting go to let life be as it is,
To live as wished!
Without restricted limits inflicted.

In the letting go,
So much that isn't within reach...
Instantly becomes available to touch.

In the letting go,
There is such a thing called living.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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