Pitch It All

Pitch it all--

whatever you've hoarded

on the pantry shelves of your self--

and make room, space, time

for the good things and the bad

that await.

 

Clutching metaphorical bags of rice

may make you feel safe and rich,

but that's an illusion.

No need to feed it.

 

Let it all go.

Oh, I'm so weary of that mantra,

much as I recognize the need for

its imperative thrust.

Let it all go.

Put the musty love seat on the garbage heap

and let anonymous workers

remove this burden from your life.

 

Meanwhile, back in the pantry,

close your eyes, if you must,

while you toss out the five-year-old spices

that have long since lost their flavour.

 

Let it all go.

Free up your life.

Open the space to the new—

though not too much of it.

Remember that it, too, will have to go.

(echo: let go, let go, let go).

Replenish only to let it go again.

And again.

 

 

Copyright 2012 Ann Tudor

www.anntudor.ca
http://www.scenesfromthejourney.blogspot.com