holding on a little less

Stepping into the tender place, the flexible place
in the middle of a battle,
when stepping into rigid armor and taking up arms
seems the only reasonable option.

Stepping directly into the daylight,
NAKED,
when spirit-crushing words are drawn in a circle around you
by invisible enemies.

Stepping off the familiar threshold
into uncertainty,
when knowns persuade the mind
to resist the ever-flowing, ever-changing
current of life.

We’ve raged against the machines,
and cut through the darkness
with swords of justice.
Leaving the reality-screen upon which
we project our collective story
tattered and peeling.

In these last days before
this falling tower’s next chapter,
Take time to peek through to the other side
to where the light streams from…
and look for familiar hands welcoming you home.

We’re at the crossroads
of holding on and letting go.
Codependence with a story
that only serves the shadows.

Soften, be naked, and trust
that this is merely the pain of an end.
Recognize this birth canal for what it is...
a chance for renewal and celebration.

Celebrate each day,
give thanks now.
We cannot plan for the moment of death,
but we can call in the sacredness that fills
the room where a life is beckoned out of the body.

We can dance with grief and joy,
wailing and laughing,
appearing deliriously mad
to those who can’t imagine any other way.

Let's dance naked and unashamed,
knowing this is a magical time.
A time of alchemy and imagination,
a time of love, union, and new life.

Let’s not wait for good news,
that may not look the way we hope it to.
Instead, let’s love our way through
this tight, dark space.
Diving back into the flow of life,
reintegrating ourselves with our nature...
and holding on a little less.

© Blythe Dolores Utz, 2020