Letting Go & Flying Free

I saw it.

What you left behind.

I picked it up

and carried it through the forest,

smiling to myself

like a child with a secret treasure.

At the clearing,

I was met by the wind herself.

She picked it up too,

lifting my hand effortlessly,

giving me insight into your cooperative play and power. 

Letting go as you did,

leaving it there for me to see so obviously,

for me to notice,

for me to receive,

the release of it did not seem to pain you.

For only moments before,

my eyes followed your flight on the tree line

above my world.

I did not hear you cry out

nor hear you fall in anguish.

I heard only

the silence you brought

to my thoughts.   

I wonder now, as I walk down the hill,

delighted still,

what reality do you live in?

How does your perception feed you?

What dimensions do you fit in?

Might you just be passing through when I see you?

Did you come from a place not so far but invisible to my eyes?

A place here but not completely in my here…yet.

More importantly, what might I set free

with the hidden potential to be

a secret treasure to another childlike someone?