Letting Go

It could be part of our incredible human culture 

to hold onto something that we find so dear

Hovering around it like a vicious vulture

Never do we leave it alone only out of fear

Why do we cling on to it with such bonded attachment

when it signifies our own entrapment?

Mundane it is to have become a habit

Stuck are we to it through thick and thin

Comparable it is to a carrot dangling in front of a rabbit

Sickness we experience up to the brim

Guaranteed it is we have many a sneeze

Can we put an end to this please?

Many a fraud make a wealth of money

Magic is amiss in their queasy potion

Advices are abundant, we feel so loony

Saying is simple, but it's a difficult solution

Scythe through the hay, it feels too much trouble

A needle is surely found at the end of this struggle

This feeling we have is of our own creation

realization of which will lead to immediate liberation

Pain will be a companion for a variable duration

Enduring this temporarily a cause for celebration

Being in the present, we no longer feel hollow

Incredible joy surfaces at the point of letting go