A Poem for Monday

Poetry is the language of the soul and my spirit is hungry for exquisite words that speak to my heart. So, I begin the week with a poem.

A dear friend recently introduced me to the wondrous, romantic poems of e.e cummings. His words soothe, enchant and ring true. I’m rather in love.

Monday, I greet you with this poem, reminding me to let go and embrace life’s flow. I let go of expectations. I let go of negative self-talk. I come home to the breath. I come home to this poem. I come home again to love. 

let it go – e.e. cummings

let it go -- the


smashed word broken


open vow or


the oath cracked length


wise -- let it go it


was sworn to


go



let them go -- the


truthful liars and


the false fair friends


and the boths and


neithers -- you must let them go they

were born


to go


let all go -- the


big small middling

tall bigger really


the biggest and all


things -- let all go


dear


so comes love.