The Soul's Longing

A sweet fragrance wafts through the door of my heart,
Calling me, enticing me to investigate.

What messages of beauty are there for me?
Beguiling, seducing me with mystery?

Angelic, heavenly, Spirit-filled longing,
Windows into the portals of infinity.

Lovely, fragrant, eternal, growing—
A seed dies bursting into expansiveness.

My soul grows into a sense of knowing
There is so much more yet to be.

Letting Go

It seems that to move forward,
one always has to be letting go.
Letting go of old ideas,
old limitations,
old ways of thinking,
old ways of feeling,
old ways of being.

Letting go of stuff, things, possessions.
Clearing out. Spring cleaning.
Dusting off.
Putting away.
Moving beyond.

At the same time,
honoring all that has been,
holding nothing in resentment,
forgiving, releasing.

Like the ocean waves
with their rhythm and tides,
moving in and moving out.