The piece of me that is the sky
flies within the blue, hopes with
the sun, believes the clouds.
Above, the piece watches me,
sends me to the sea to breathe,
scatters green, gifts wildflowers
like smiles. In the sky, a piece of me
flies, and within me lies ~
a perfect piece of sky.
Let go let go let go
Fly from where you stood,
your feet mired in the thick, angry mud
of disappointment and wrong turns.
Your body is no longer weighed down,
like rain-soaked earth.
It all falls away, sweet raindrops
from a summer cloud.
Let go let go let go
The sun lifts you, pulls you in
and you fly, leave it all behind,
freeze there in your mind,
soaring, silent, set free,
then eased into the azure water below,
Let go
Talking to the Clouds 