Your balloon

December 28, 2010

Watching the balloon as it rises.

This balloon is filled with air, and thoughts and tears.

What will it take for me to accept those things that float on high, which are not really meant to be contained by me?

Stepping back means not making it mine.

No grappling for the string on that balloon, it’s yours.

No tracking of the outcome, or the direction that the wind takes it.

Concentrating on where I am going is all I am meant to do.

The same wind that carries your balloon out of reach – blows beneath my feet, for my next step forward.