this morning . . . . what happened?

nothing perhaps, but an old idea seemed to bear new fruit.

letting go and allowing you to be as you are:

I see that I still need to do this: probably daily;

perhaps the main barrier between us is that I am constantly tempted to try to shape you;

that I do not allow you to have the shape that you have.

I am who I am you say and I have to allow you to be exactly that.

when I focussed upon this it seemed like a breakthrough.

certainly some light - joy? 
a surge of something anyway  . . . .