Become

​By Wendy Toda

It’s easy to see the idea of “release” as being released from something. I would offer that we can also be released to something, or into something. Perhaps there is also a sequence to it - that we are released from something so we can then be released to something?

This is a poem best read while standing (safely) at the edge of some kind of threshold - a doorway, a curb…or while bouncing gently up and down at the end of a diving board. What possibilities are before you in this moment? What is inviting your “yes”?
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​Become
Test the breeze
calm
curious
then I freeze
toes grip the edge
of mystery
ready
yet not
here I am
notice the new
resonate through
the bones
of me
in me
beyond me
unmistakable
sacred echo
of the One
who knows
who sees
what can be
for all tomorrows

sky beckons
if I wait
till I am ready
I’ll never go
breath

opens

come
let it be
run towards
all that is unfurling
release from
release to
the yes

leap
catch the wind

it is
in the going
that I become.