Unbuckle those knuckles
and open to the free fall.
In the grip of what we think we know
we miss the whole picture.
We've attended so long to the madness,
to the map that held us tight.
Always this moment time to choose again.
The door is wide open,
but it may not seem so,
the loss of our familiar felt as robbery.
It takes some native trust
to wander blind into
those hidden places,
alone and friendless for a while.
Don't hesitate to remove yourself from every equation.
Me, me, me is
too poor a bargain
for the heirs to a transparent universe.
Heart broken open
No need to look for ground.
Relax into the release.