Exhale

Exhale and watch as this crown melts,
dripping down to the dusty place of wisdom
like tears of gratitude
for all that has been given.

The moon is the mother
who always smiles,
blesses us so gently with her cool hand
on the most fevered brow.

Anger and betrayal
have no place where this knowing
nods and forgives
gathering us into the arms
of all time.

We all eventually learn to glow in the night,
stars landing in the middle
of the universe we have become.

When I learn to let go
I see everything.
Everything.
Every
thing.