Letting my heart feel,
like stretching in yoga,
means: to embrace (with self-love)
the pain of being known and vulnerable.

Admitting (especially to myself) my 'mistakes',
the 'revelations of my own foolishness',
means: no longer living any commitment
to escaping the re-sculpting
of this spirits journey.

Therefore, I now 'practice yielding'
(all former ways of knowing
before the naked face of truth,
revealed quite simply as what IS).

As this natural surrender to emptying progresses,
I find my heart becomes ever lighter,
carrying fewer burdens of egoic self-perpetuation.

And thus,
a far greater joyousness is awakening,
being always more and more freed of intense longings,
it quietly or wildly dances (no difference) the Now, the Tao,
embracing both my own birth-less/deathlessness,
and mortality.