Fifth times a charm.

I gave up this year. This year I was done trying to control everything. This year I was done trying to sacrifice everything at the altar. I’d found my soul once. I’d given my heart once. I’d found my freedom once. I’d nearly given my life once.

This year I let go.

Instead of rushing in, instead of planning everything, I let others take control. I gave, but only what felt good. I let others take care of me too.

This time I let go.

I took the time to stop and appreciate what I had. I didn’t push myself to go and see everything, Instead I enjoyed the moment and let the moment steer me.

I needed to let go.

I let the sand and the sky and the wind and the creation and the destruction move me to dance. I let it come into my body and moved to the rhythms of the edge of the universe.

I let go.

I grounded my self in the dust and opened myself to the sky. I danced until the sky opened up and the wind whipped me to a spiral of song.

I let myself love.

I stopped needing to play games or control. I shared my love with the people that were there sharing with me. I trusted. I didn’t long for anything more. I opened myself to contentment.

I let go in the love.

I gave it away to the fire in the temple. My strength. My community. My love. It’s stronger than any evil that tries to drown me out. Including my own. I watched it burn.

Let go. Burn. Love.