Let Me Be
Expect nothing of me. Do not expect success of me so I will not fear failure. Do not expect failure of me so I will not feel shame.
Ask nothing of me. Do not ask me for help so I can feel generous. Everything you need will be an opportunity and everything I give will be a choice, nothing a duty.
Demand nothing of me. Do not demand I do things for you so I will not feel obligated. Do not demand I do things for others so I will not feel overwhelmed. Do not demand I do things for myself so I will not feel foolish.
Let me be. Let me be. Let me be.
Like the wind just is and expects nothing. Like the waves just crash without asking. Like the rain falls without demanding the grass to grow.
Let them be. Let them be. Let them be.
We must let them be. They are beyond us, greater than us, indifferent to us. They comfort me.
Do not try to control me. Let me not try to control you. Do not teach me this. Neither of us will be doomed to failure. Let the war of sidelong glances and exaggerated sighs and sharp words end. Sign the treaty.
Let us be. Let us be. Let us be.
But wish something for me. Wish me happiness. Wish me peace. And joy, love, sorrow, wholeness, laughter, health, contentment, and freedom – from the puppeteers of life, from my karma, and from my suffering.
Wish me freedom from my own expectations, some of which I stole from you at birth. Wish me freedom from asking myself for answers I don’t have and acts I can’t give. Wish me freedom from demanding myself be other than I am.
Wish that I could let me be. Let me be. Let me be.
And I’ll wish the same for you.