The Art of Letting Go

First, open your fists
watch how power
slips through fingers
like spring rain

The chains you break
were made of smoke
the walls you climb
are morning mist

Let hierarchy collapse
like a house of cards
in the wind of your breath
exhaling expectations

No need to storm the castle
when you realize
it’s built of thought-forms
on shifting sand

The revolution begins
in the space between
holding on and letting go
control and surrender

Watch how empires
dissolve like salt
in the ocean of
no-mind

Your resistance
was another prison
your rebellion
another cage

Freedom isn’t seized
it seeps in
through the cracks
of letting be

The master’s tools
drop from your hands
as you discover
they were never there