Your ankles are resting near the hillside,
a sweaty brow, dirt-caked elbows,
yet this cannot be your limitation.
The heights should not cheat you,
but entreat you closer.
As you clamber up the slope,
draw your worries from within,
let them cross over onto
grass and dandelions.
Let your burdens go...
You have been a nomad
in your own hometown.
Take off the bandana,
shuck the weight of past
sunsets, remember
how you were formed and
let these anxieties
tumble down
until,
regret no longer handicaps
your point of view.
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Written 10/9/14 @ 11:20 while listening to meditation/yoga music on Youtube. This was an exercise I learned in a music therapy group. To close one's eyes and imagine climbing up a hill and letting go of everything we carried, everything that has weighed us down along life's journey.
