Written July 2015
My soul cries.
Listening to my soul cry.
I witness the
the gasping for air.
My soul cries
my soul's cry.
I am finally listening
I hear you. I hear the very you that is me. I will miss.
I will miss this love
I will miss this companionship.
What I will not miss is the imbalance
The unbalanced way we care for each
other or one another,
the imbalanced ways we care for
our individual souls, our individual
It is loose.
It is loose
It is gone.
It has been gone.
I am free.
I am free to follow my soul. I am free to follow the blow of the wind.
I am free not to crumple up in a
ball and crumble.
I am free to be strong.
I am free to follow my strong will.
I am free to breathe.
I am safe.
I am free and loose and following this one wild and precious life and I am free to do as I please.
I am free to let this soul go. I am free to let this soul go.
I am free to give him permission to grow.
I am free to give him permission to go.
I am free.
soul cry is part of a collection of writings that chronicles my current travels in Southeast Asia.