When All is Lost, Freedom Found

Letting Go, Varanasi, India

Along the ghats

Silent Boat Ride at Dawn

Starting Over... liberation.

Ganga Offerings

At home without a home
suddenly, I want to cry.
Footsteps etched in dirt & trash
sunlight dances across closed eyelids
keeping time with the silent rhythm of Earth.
Just breathe.
Breath in the belly,
Breath in the throat,
Breath in the mouth,
Strong, deep inhalations
meet tension in the hips,
restrained emotions
unnamed blockages.
The dreams and heartache
of countless yesterdays
rise & swirl in curious lungs.
Truth is the blanket
swept out from under restless feet.
Beauty is the crash
as I land
bewildered on my ass,
laughing,
because once again,
I know everything
and nothing
in an instant.
Wandering search for a freedom
I know exists;
I’ve tasted it -
in chaotic city streets,
a child’s smile,
in melodies of spice,
under desert rain,
as the sun rises over holy waters
in the throes of passion
in blissed out ecstatic dance,
and most of all
when everything familiar fades away.
Trust in Self,
Sweet, sweet surrender
the abundant universe
provides.
Let go,
let go,
let go.
When all is lost,
freedom found.