I no longer need to possess
what lives within me.
The freedom of birds and butterflies
is proof enough of belonging.
Only from above
do rivers, valleys, and mountains make sense.
The gift of altitude and distance is escape —
to fall upward,
to anchor in the air.
Trust the wind,
and dive into the waters.
It takes the courage and perseverance
of a magoi
to swim through waters of darkness —
for when the soul seeks truth,
no depth is too deep.
Whatever it takes —
determination in adversity,
grace in struggle,
endurance with dignity.
In mastery lies surrender,
so I cling through release.
To let go is to dwell in paradox,
to hold the meeting
of shadow and light,
to give pain a form
so the art may ignite free
and, at last,
belong to Me.
Orignally published in Medium by medium.com/@kitchiemcbride
