Path

The death of an idea

Yes, the body cringes

Yes, the tears flow

That is all holding on

Release

Relax

Let it go

It was just a thought

That turned into an idea

Relax the body, you are its master

Release the idea, it must obey

Wash away the thought

Be born anew

Create a new thought

Shape it into an idea

See it

Feel it

Then

Let it go…