Placing all my worries in my cupped hands
I blow to them towards the vast sky
a gust of wind picks them up and carries them high
higher and higher to the floating clouds, wispy and the gray ones
together they carry my worries and mix them with all that is up in the infinity
all that we can see and others beyond our vision.
I sigh with relief, the worldly things let off to the universe.
Then
I feel the lightness of my being — it feels so good in letting go.
