A poem on being present to receive life’s gifts, as well as let them go.

Sometimes life bestows a gift,
emerging mysteriously
from unknown origins.
Some are brief,
fleeting,
unexpected —
like wisps of song
through crack of open window.
Others:
made for the long road
to carry for a lifetime.

Whatever is true,
be there to receive
what is offered.
Participate.
Don’t ask why or how
or wonder about an end.

When this offering returns
to the source
from where it came,
let it go
gracefully.
No grasping.
Only cup your hands
in a gesture
of receiving
then letting go:
a gentle setting sail
back into the ether
of all things
beautiful.

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