Being well "seasoned" in letting go*

Being well "seasoned" in letting go*

What is that I hold onto that is not seen?

Is it something I am not awakened with, stuck in a dream?

There is nothing that is there but it seems a shadow to be

It pulls me in more and more, a prisoner not free

I look around and seems everything has let go

Why is it outside of myself this wisdom that it knows?

I know that it was myself then that put this here

But how do I break this duality that seems so clear?

I guess then I did put it here then I can take it away

Knowing, nothing was ever here in the first place to make it stay

But how do I prove this to myself with so much doubt

To let it go free from inside of me to out

The answer that I look for is in nature that I seek

The stillness from a mountain to the flow of the creek

Yes it is also seen in seasons that it shows

Flowers and green leaves all disappear right before it snows

Dom*Colucci 2015