The Joy of Losing Me

gray0328

 

I don’t need to be special today  

I am free from the burden of me  

The great death is no funeral  

But a dance in the heart of the sky  

Where I drop the weight of wanting  

And step into the light of now  

Love isn’t a thing to be captured  

But a river that flows through all  

Achievement is not a mountain  

But the air I breathe with ease  

Perfection is not a mirror  

But the joy of being cracked  

In losing myself I am finding  

The world I was too blind to see  

I inherit the earth and its wonders  

The trees, the stars, the laughter  

And now with nothing to clutch at  

I hold everything in my hands.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 19th, 2024 12:07
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  • sorenbarrett

    Lovely nature we are a part of and need to loose our self in to appreciate. A wonderful write

    • gray0328

      Thanks Soren, I appreciate your feedback

    • Tony36

      Bravo

    • Mutley Ravishes

      The pain of all that grasping!
      "Love isn’t a thing to be captured
      But a river that flows through all." Great work.

    • rebellion_in_sanity

      Some of the lines are too good for prosaic appreciation
      "Love isn’t a thing to be captured
      But a river that flows through all
      Achievement is not a mountain
      But the air I breathe with ease
      Perfection is not a mirror
      But the joy of being cracked " - almost takes us into the relam of philosophy. Loved it very much



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