There is so much truth in this, Rea. Attachment leads to suffering. We must learn to let go and sometimes it is at that point where we have nothing more to give or lose that it suddenly becomes the clearest. Thank you for this. Well done.
Beautiful Rea. We carry those whom we have lost, but we still go forward and embrace what comes. I think that is what our loved ones would want. Love this beautiful poem. It truly touched.❤
My greatest loss was when my father died. I didn’t cry for the letter half of my life. But now when I think about it, I try to remember his memories and maybe end it with a good thought.
Your poetry is such a lifesaver Rea. You blow my mind every time.♥️
Thanks for sharing, we can choose liberation each day and stepping into the unknown is the doorway to magical possibilities. My beloved taught me this through his battle with cancer. I wrote this poem several months after he passed and decided to move to Bali, for I knew he would want me to keep LIVING fully…hope you’ll check it out; I appreciate the support! 🌿🙏🏼
It is a human phenomena how we keep holding as long as there is something to hold, not seeing that the freedom is on the other side. I wish we would realize it without needing to lose the safety first. Beautiful and real 🩵
Brilliant and exactly what i needed
Sending love, Aynsley. 💗
There is so much truth in this, Rea. Attachment leads to suffering. We must learn to let go and sometimes it is at that point where we have nothing more to give or lose that it suddenly becomes the clearest. Thank you for this. Well done.
Stay entangled, my friend.
—The Bathrobe Guy
Where nothing clouds our vision. So true, my friend.
Don’t be too preoccupied
With the closed door
That you miss the magic path…
Such truth in your words, Rea. Thank you 🙏
Thank you, Esther. 🙏
Beautiful Rea. We carry those whom we have lost, but we still go forward and embrace what comes. I think that is what our loved ones would want. Love this beautiful poem. It truly touched.❤
I’m pleased it resonated with you, Brenda. 🤍
Nothing has freed me to myself as has loss. Thank you for this.
Thank you, Stephen.
My greatest loss was when my father died. I didn’t cry for the letter half of my life. But now when I think about it, I try to remember his memories and maybe end it with a good thought.
Your poetry is such a lifesaver Rea. You blow my mind every time.♥️
It’s better to remember the beautiful memories, Ral. Thank you! ❤️
What a hauntingly beautiful write Rea
Thank you, Aaliya. 🙏
Beautiful. What looks like safety is often a trap. Truth and freedom are born when the illusion falls away.
Precisely. Thank you, Rachel.
Love this ♥️
Thank you, Maralet ❤️
I love this one ! <3 V.
Thank you, Virg! 💗
Thanks for sharing, we can choose liberation each day and stepping into the unknown is the doorway to magical possibilities. My beloved taught me this through his battle with cancer. I wrote this poem several months after he passed and decided to move to Bali, for I knew he would want me to keep LIVING fully…hope you’ll check it out; I appreciate the support! 🌿🙏🏼
https://open.substack.com/pub/fairiesandgnomes/p/wild-heart?r=19igav&utm_medium=ios
Sending peace and love, Laura.
These lines are so good
“It was a ball and chain
Anchoring you to an illusion
Of imagined perfection”
We waste so much time chained to illusions. Perfectly put!
That we do, Gabriela. Thank you.
This deeply resonates with me.
Thank you, Chano. I’m pleased it does. ❤️
It is a human phenomena how we keep holding as long as there is something to hold, not seeing that the freedom is on the other side. I wish we would realize it without needing to lose the safety first. Beautiful and real 🩵
Exactly! Why do we need to hurt first?
Bugger, that hit a bit close to home, but was timely too and is just what I needed to hear - thank you x
Sending love, Cherales. 💓
That was a very moving piece, which triggered an unexpected response.
Thank you for sharing 🙏💐
Thank you, Mark. 🙏