Letting Go

It is as if one had an instrument to see the self...a view not seen before, with contours, depths and insights— source beyond imagining. That which will come is of its own, not mine, maintains its own integrity and I am there to watch and let that inner part of me (that rules the universe) decide my course— to walk along, or go another way. Breath yields to breathless awe, aware as if a life had changed its skin; there is another heart, another peace to penetrate and far away another spring becomes a fountainhead for love. A soul strikes out upon a virgin path; a song begins. ~