Prezly Writes

This poem is about letting go and finding oneself to be what we always needed.
To be more then sufficient, to be everything.

I let the flow take hold of me,
I lose myself in eternity.
Just in that moment when I breathe,
I know there is more to it.
I am not fighting anymore.
I just need to let it go.

I let the flow take the whole of me,
Wherever it wants, it leads me.
Uncertain it may surely be,
Yet perfect it always comes to be.
And with it, I go willingly.

I lost myself in the flow,
And I found something more.
I don’t need to fight anymore,
I just need to let it go.

My soul takes over my body,
My mind is not closed up inside,
It is all around me.
Without any corner,
Without any frontier.

I lost myself in the flow.
With my breath, I let it be.
The flow returns to me.
As I am his and he is me.