You have to let go and not hold on
When life's past has cut you to the bone
Cast away the anchors
grasp
Cut the ropes , drop sails on the mast
Check the weather that the sunrise casts
Let go , Let go ,
. . . the ugly past

The village hushed, a fragile, ancient breath,
two figures moved through light and fading day.
Their vibrant silks, a prelude to stark death.
Fear tightened hearts, a cold and creeping dread,
but from that grip, a quiet strength took hold.
A silent promise, not easily unsaid.
No grand heroics, just a humble stride,
a path made livable through murky choices.
Hope, like a flicker, deep inside.
A stoic will, a lamb in winter's frost,
enduring seasons, through generosity's might.
No lesson truly, utterly lost.
As dawn arrived, no fanfare pierced the air,
just mud-streaked cloth, and hands that gently met.
A quiet courage, blossoming from despair.

It's like the little mind inside me
Minds not about my inner well being
Will stress for the things which are not in my hands
I will be worried about things not that significant
I'd be in my own world of misery
A beautiful creation of mine
Tearing into my ideas, destruction and the rot

It is just a small aspect where I got a setback
It could not have been the end of the world
But here we go into deep dissection
Let's find the reason which are unreasonable
Every person is distinct, their story to in some intersection
I have to be mindful of mine and them
Not everything has to be so serious

I feel the calmness, it is intrinsic within me
There is no doubt deep within, I know everything is transient
And need to be set free
This little mind is not mindful of bigger things
This is a step, the journey yet incomplete
World rotates, So do everyone
It's moving always, the sun shines back in the east.