The heft of the things we carry, more than bags and purses in tow, more than our backpacks are the burdens we carry. Internal baggage. It may be as thin as a clutch or thick as a suitcase geared for international flight. We don’t probably realize that we may carry it inside our thoughts, embedded in our hearts. I return to this idea of letting go, removing the unnecessary from our minds because of the belief that it hinders true potential. Our true potential. I will probably come back to this idea over and over again until I get it, until I can lift that one mind off the ground.

To darkness I send off these

sins; erase from my soul

at once this bare spirit restored

to lightness. Feathers that

do declare its straightforward

intentions– to love, to give,

at once, to be free from the

gravity of wrongdoings. Where

each crime worth the lesson to

be embraced, left to ashes (as

we learm from them). To rise

from the fire unblemished,

untouched wholly by its design–

to gain another chance to love

strongly, undisturbed, forever as

my will intends to return with a

clenched fist, cleansed soul.

–mr gahon 1/11/13


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