my thoughts, my opinions.
I no longer have any use for them.
I lay them at your feet
as the dancer lets rose petals
fall through her fingertips.
Make of them what you will.
Here are my dreams, my beliefs
my thoughts, my opinions.
I release them to the wind,
scattering them in ten directions.
I am happy to see them go,
wherever they are blown.
As the rose petals cascade
from the dancer’s hands
I lay down my possessions
that I have been possessed by.
May them become rich compost
to bring forth healthy seeds of
happiness, joy, truth and contentment.
Make of them what you will.
© 4 May 2014
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