I was reading around in one of my favorite writer’s space (Colleen Wainwright – the communicatrix) yesterday, and found this poem.

It makes  me cry, and laugh, and do a HappyDance ’cause it’s so True, all at the same time! And she graciously said I could share it ‘whole and entire’ with you-all.

Thanks Colleen – you rock!

If it helps
we’re only renting

The car you drive
The house you bought
Those shoes
That ring
This muffin

It all passes through
like it was never yours
to begin with

(Especially the muffin)

I’m the caretaker
for now
of this hat
that fridge
these cells
and once my term is up
they will move on
to the next caretaker
in some shape
or another entirely

Be the container
that is clean and good
to hold these things
for the time they are yours:
these babies
those thoughts
this poem

And be prepared
to let go
at a moment’s notice
(or not)
when the moment comes

And if you feel sad
or heavy
or small
let go
let go
let go

All the stuff in the world
is not half as wonderful
as the room left behind
once it’s gone.