365 days of aRt. DAY SEVENTY-THREE.

the moon rose, i shifted in my seat
trying to neatly place my memories behind me
in stacks of one, two, three months before
closing the door and getting closure
i'm getting closer to tying up loose ends
the maybe friends
the maybe nots
the late night gotta talk
gotta write
gotta have you in my life
close the book and walk
we part our paths at different points
with tiny pebbles anointing our feet
glowing and sparkling freedom to be ourselves
and not wasting time as a slave of a relationship

Blog about the piece:
How many books have I opened? How many have I closed? And how many sit there half open on my shelf... waiting, just waiting for an end? We are not our past. Things that have happened, happened, but now we are here, in this moment, in the now. A great teacher once told me to pretend that I was on a boat in the middle of a lake, or maybe an ocean. As the boat moves across the water allow the past to surface like little bubbles from the water. View it and separate it from the emotional baggage that is attached to it. We don't need to be attached, whatever it is once existed so acknowledge it. Then take the baggage you've collected and just dump it overboard. Let it go at the back of the boat and keep moving forward. Keep recognizing the past as it surfaces in your life, we can all learn a great deal from things that have happened, but let go of the emotional baggage. Don't let it pull you under.