“Letting go”

Nothing lasts forever…
sorry to disappoint you but…
Not even God.
The mountains, rivers and planets;
life, family and friends,
all shall pass.

And whilst all is here
it seems so permanent,
I want it to last,
to go on forever.

But nothing forever,
absolutely nothing.

On my way into the office this morning,
walking,
reflecting,
my time in PNG slowly drawing to an end,
nothing forever.

I have decided to stay on in PNG,
this beautiful land and people,
perhaps because it’s difficult to let go,
perhaps – my arse,
letting go is fucking hard.

When it comes to the “good” things,
letting go is hard.

To leave PNG at this time,
would break my heart,
to say goodbye and turn my back
on the love and belonging that I have found,
would certainly joust the tears.

Grief.
Letting go.
Attachment.
Tears.
Freedom.
More grief.
More tears.
More letting go.

Endless pain,
deep within my soul,
letting go,
more letting go,
and then…

Freedom…

True freedom.