Smash like glass those paradigms
that shaped you in the past,
then pick up only those pieces that feel right-
just those that fit comfortably inside you-
take only what delights you-
the rest, sweep away with a broom.
They’re just bones that don’t serve you;
that derail and betray you;
that pull you from your true path…
Let go and let grow, my Friend:
your time, your freedom at last.