That ancient she

Image of passage of lace taken at the Museo Poldi Pezzoli in Milan, Italy

Who do you think you came to be? Not that ancient she. Not that ancient sleeve. Not that ancient sheath that burns up now. Not that ancient sleeve.

So let’s not mourn too deeply about what falls off easily! Let’s not mourn deeply now, about lies that fall away from you. Pieces of your costume, it’s true. Pieces of your safety, according to you. Pieces of your placement, true. But things that can be let go, too. Burdens can dissolve. Things can be lifted off, too. Off too, off of you.

Good things can happen, too. It’s only you that doesn’t want them to. It’s only you who thinks that you have more time to give Them. There’s no more time and that’s all right. There’s no more time and that’s all right.

Everyone swims back to the light. Everyone swims back to the light in a way that’s just right for them, in a way that’s just right for them. It doesn’t have to be right for you, my love. It doesn’t have to be right for you. It doesn’t have to be right for you, too.

This is a time, a very special time, when all unwinds and falls away from you. It’s true, it’s true, it’s true. Like the black flower on the vine, it’s not needed, because now there’s fruit. You are the fruit of your own bloom. You are the fruit following your own bloom.

So let the flower go, let the flower go, let the flower go off if it must, if it wants to, if it’s natural to, to let it fall off the vine, we let it fall. We let it fall, we let it fall, we let it fall. We let it fall, we let it fall, we let it fall. And for those who fall now, there’s a plan for all, a plan for all, there’s a plan for all.