Letting Go

a poem

©AnnaWise

Music prepares us

gives us a glimpse

The exertion of these paper balloons

prepares us

We practice with each and every God-guided step

each slice of onion we add to the broth

each and every spice

we sprinkle on precious Atman

maybe Brahmin

or the millionth death of this thing we call temporal dream

Metamorphosis

Metacognition

Galaxy

Fill the pot

with every notion

drain an attribute

daily.

©MariaPetrone