Imagine standing outside holding a balloon filled with helium
Notice how it tries to escape with every gust of wind or gentle breeze ?
You try your best to hold on , but sooner or later it escapes your grasp ,
or sometimes you just let it go to watch it soar into the sky and far away.
or sometimes you just let it go to watch it soar into the sky and far away.
In an instant it is gone, out of sight .
It doesn't keep floating back down to get in your face
to remind you that you once held it in your hand.
Balloons aren't that cruel
But the thing is ...
Once that balloon escapes your grasp and soars away -
You realize that sooner rather than later that balloon is going to deflate
and fall to the ground ( or get stuck in a tree )
Never to soar again .
Kind of sad ...
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( Simple words written on a peaceful November morning when I let go , Goodbye balloon )
~Lia 11/4/2015

in many traditions - letting go is the beginning of wisdom.....
ReplyDeleteI tend to let go , sometimes it is a struggle, but in the end one cannot hold on to a balloon that wants to be free. Thanks for always taking time to read and comment Hugh. It is much appreciated :-)
DeleteLove your poetry.
ReplyDeleteI love that you read it :-)
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