Is release, no matter the distance crossed nor intensity of emotion timelessly held in knotted muscles and tortured mind.
Forgiveness, an answer to the hurt and desperate self protection. The binding thread of grief unwound, my heart no longer aches with the cruel absence of possibility, now, untethered from hope, the bright fullness of being blossoms into a new story yet to be lived.
In stubborn resistance I was hidden from myself, a necessary refusal of pain too great to bear. Thinning now, the veil of illusion gradually dissolving releases from within the eternal moment of self, now, only becoming.
Becoming forgiveness, becoming nothing, no thing but stillness and movement, at once reaching inward to the well of my Soul and outward, untrammelled, falling, once more falling in love with the gentle, unavoidable pain of being.
In graceful acceptance, I fall toward peace, I fall toward God.
Anima 
We shall see, maybe I’ll try one day. I think an instrument gives ourselves another voice to speak with. I’m still learning to use the one I already have. !
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Love it, one of my fave genres, did lessons for a while, never got far.
The pressure of time, work and family too much.
I will pick it up again though.
I think you would love playing the guitar, battered hands and all.
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No , I wish I had learned to play an instrument when I was young, now, my hands are a little battered and probably incapable.
How about you ?
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Do you play acoustic guitar Sam ?
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Good to see your comment Bernice. Thank you for such kind words.
I hope you are well. Bless you too.
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Hi Maya. Long time no see or hear. Great poem once again. You could write lyrics to beautiful music. You heart is so full of insight and expression. A natural artist. Love blessings and peace. Bernice.🙂
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Thank you Annika
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Thank you for sharing this beauty.
❤
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