Letting go

And there it is...

tried but

couldn't

out run it

...never can.

Been feeling it for days

knew it would arrive

this fluid pain...

that which was 'last year'

stunningly altered,

changed.

And although the lessons?

in dancing in joy

and humor

and in being and breathing,

so abundant,

moments my feet knew

only clouds

and play and starlight

it is not...

without its opposite.

The rain.

In my most difficult chapter

from 'The Heart of a Wild Woman'...

written and rewritten,

Princess Piper tries

to tell the woman

her heart is a book,

a story to tell.

Edited so many times

I thought it would

never come to me...

and yesterday it did!

With the story in hand,

Princess Piper said, goodbye

“wait, its not finished,”

the woman said with a cry

“it never really is,” Piper said,

“the story continues on,

it’s a snapshot in time,

a prayer, a poem, a song!”

Their meeting was brief,

but she had come at the right time,

giving her an encounter

of divine... rhythm and rhyme.

People come in and out

like smoke

like air

a passing fragrance

a whisper

and I understand

now

that we don't lose them

we learn to let them go,

and that distant hum

is a gift

...of hallelujah.

Pam Piper Rain

Illustration and excerpt from

Heart of a Wild Woman