Unbuckle those knuckles
and open to the free fall.
In the grip
of what we think we know
we miss the whole picture.
Unburden us.
We've attended so long
to the madness,
faithful servant
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
everywhere.
No need to look for ground.
Relax into the release.
~~Luke Anderson
