Poem-ish post about 'letting go'

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MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL

i see my brother clinging

as i once clung

let go i plead, but on me is not his attention

lest he lose his grip

shall i beg, shout, scream

pull, crowbar, dynamite

then my attention

falls upon my own grip

and i let go

of wanting him to uncling

Been reading some of the 'Tamar behavior' posts.

I know my thinking is 'stinkin thinkin'

when I am not at peace.

I find I too at times REALLY push the limits

sometimes it feels very right and freeing

sometimes it feels all wrong and seems to worsen things.

But when I'm doing it because of something within

some higher knowing something-or-other that defies labeling

oh my God, what a rush!

When I look back on my past few years

I find I am very happy with how I've lived.

Less and less am I following society's dictates.

I've lived on the streets, with a sleeping bag hidden in some bushes.

I spent a night in jail for standing up to some police officers.

I've sold plasma to get money for gas and food.

And I love all of the above.

I experience the richness of life

when I live this way.

A richness that no money can buy.

Ok, I'm lecturing/preaching now perhaps

Tamar, may you see all your traffic lights as green.

And if perhaps you and I collide someday,

I shall love it.

Peace