She Let Go – An Inspirational Poem

Last week I received an email from a blog I subscribe to, Capricious Yogi.  It was a poem that deeply touched my soul.  I read it the following evening to the yoga students that came to my Restorative Yoga class and they loved it.  I read it to a longtime Dear Friend over the phone and both of us were moved to tears, but for different reasons.  When I read this poem, all the thoughts, excuses, beliefs, fears, etc. that keep me from moving forward with ideas and inspirations I KNOW I’m supposed to move forward with came to my mind.  I thought of how easy it really could be to finally let those limiting beliefs go.  On the other hand, my Friend received this poem from a completely different perspective.  Immediately after reading it, she insisted I read it at her funeral.  I hadn’t gotten that perspective from this poem until her comment.

Little did we know, only hours later, one of our longtime friends would die suddenly.  She was only 37 years old.  She was a beautiful Soul who always had a smile to share with everyone.  Her life was similar to all of our lives, a complex mixture of radiant Love & Light and dark personal demons.  Somehow, through it all, she always managed to shine her beautiful Light, instantly brightening up whatever room was lucky enough to have her in it.  Even in her unexpected exit from Earth, her Light brightly illuminates for me the expediency of letting go of those limiting beliefs so that I can live my life fully NOW.

Happy Reincarnation, Dear Friend~  May Divine Mother cover you and your family and friends with Divine Light during this difficult time of transition.   May She hold you in the unconditional Love that permeates and encompasses All.  May the next time around bring you an abundance of Peace, Love & Happiness, Dear One.  I dedicate this blog post, and this poem, to her…….

In Memoriam of THAEDRA LEE JORDAN
1975 – July 31, 2012

photo credit: Ashleigh Slater

She Let Go
She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments. 
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely, 
without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a 
book on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back. 
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. 
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go. 
She didn’t journal about it. 
She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. 
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope. 
She just let go.
She didn’t analyse whether she should let go. 
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter. 
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. 
She didn’t call the prayer line. 
She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.
No one was around when it happened. 
There was no applause or congratulations. 
No one thanked her or praised her. 
No one noticed a thing. 
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort. There was no struggle. 
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad. 
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be. 
A small smile came over her face. 
A light breeze blew through her.
And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.
Here’s to giving ourselves the gift of letting go… 
There’s only one guru ~ you.

The author of this poem is unclear.  A few sites list Ernest Holmes as the author, another Jennifer Eckert Bernau and still another Rev. Safire Rose.

What does this poem mean to you?  How does it resonate with your Soul?

Aum ~ Peace ~ Amen

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7 thoughts on “She Let Go – An Inspirational Poem

  1. Thank you for sharing this beautiful writing. Given the confusion about the author of “She Let Go” I thought I’d let you know it was written and copyrighted by Rev. Safire Rose of the Agape Ministry. I know because I just asked her!

    • Marian, will you tell me where this poem is published, and if the authentic version has those last two lines : ” Here’s to giving ourselves the gift of letting go…
      There’s only one guru ~ you. ” I saw another version without those lines. They sound like they were added by someone else. Thank you.

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  3. i just am now finding out about thaedra. i knew her off and on for many years, even though i never met anyone else in her family. when i first met her, i was in a bad state of mind, but as i told her several years later, just knowing her was enough to brighten things up whenever i thought of her. never fortunate enough to see her but a couple of times a year, but always looked forward to it. she was… this is so strange, to be using that word, was. it doesn’t fit, and it hurts to know that i’ll never see her again. quess that’s why we have the capacity for memory, so that people like her will never leave us. i have no idea what caused her to leave us so soon in her life, and i really do not want to know. but right now i can see her and hear her and that’s all that matters.

    • She definitely had a way of brightening up her surroundings. Remembering her Light brings comfort and I like to imagine her with her wings. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and memories of Thaedra. Blessings of Love & Light, Dear One <3

      • sitting here watching three or four different radar images of storms, and still thinking of her and. quess if i have to stay awake because of watching for storms, may as well be thinking of her. and wings everywhere. :) the older i get, the more people like her matter, that you knew them in some way, and you realise that there will always be that one that you can’t shake, whether it makes you smile or choke up a little. right now going to walk outside, check the winds out, which are howling right now, with the skies turning white and blue and orange as this front is about to roll over. i remember once calling her as a major ice storm was beginning, sitting in a pickup with sleet and such already bouncing off the windshield, and her laughing about how nice it was there that night. came close to heading out right then for the coast. wings for days. :)

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