
If I let it be what it is
If I open my heart
Surely this will all unravel
Then I believe
As Leunig said
It will become the thread or path
On which I can travel :
Home
Maybe what got so tightly bound
Over so many years
Is now seeking to uncoil
Maybe those threads want to let go
Who knows what wounds or old hurts
Got buried in our cells
Surely our minds cannot always fully grasp
The mystery of the deep ancestral soul
Nor the enormity of the task
That is woven over generations
Comings and goings
Leavings and loss
Arrivals attended by deaths
These all happened
And now patterns repeat
As the journey replays
It does no sense to aruge with fate
Does it really conspire to keep
Us in prison
Or is acceptance of it the answer
To a far larger question
Life asks of us
Requiring a answer
That can never be fully fathomed
By the mind