“ALLOWING”

Standing, witnessing, breathing and doing
All is bypassing on the wings of the fleeting moment
I am the witness to my own unfolding

I am the creator behind the unfolded
I hold my arms out to allow the leaving
My heart is the witness; my heart does the seeing

I move with the moment; I swing with the passing
I breathe in this moment and marvel at sighting
It’s not for the squeamish it’s not for the weakness

It’s powerful calling for those who can handle the witness

Detached and unveiled, and anchored in knowing
That all that unfolds is because of allowing

Shanti