There are moments that arise that I feel afraid, separated. I want to feel part of it all. I look around for comfort, and I see still moments, held by life and the last sun. Everything becomes hazy, like star dust.
I open my heart to all of it. The confusion, unknowingness and beauty. Life is never constant, forever changing. But love always stays the same. It’s always there, in the stars, the evening sky, in people that I don’t know walking by.
All of it, can be openings and doorways to amazing possibilities. Even the parts that hold us back, are lessons that will eventually set us free.
I continue to find parts of myself, in simple moments, in my dreams.
Life keeps on unleashing its truths, turned into storms. I take time, to find my feet. And no love is lost. Even in the shadows, I always find the light. It reaches me, underneath the pain.
In life you need to process the moments. And yes even those moments that take you to places you don’t want to go.
Their’s no use fighting it, life will find you. Inside your joy, your light, your pain. You must let go.
Life has got you…
Life caresses me, as it reaches me through my window and touches my skin.
The air and I are a same. Everything else is just a distraction.
My emotions that I had pushed aside, put to sleep, now awake. I allowed myself to feel everything, letting down all my walls.
And in these moments, life finds me…
I think life asks a lot from us. More from some than others. I think we’re strong enough, brave enough, even if we don’t know it yet.
I think that when we become used to letting go, all that remains will just flow. But their will all always be hardship, and that’s ok. It’s the obstacles, the uneasiness, the pain that will make us grow.
We don’t need a way out, but a space within. To plant our feet, to place our wings. To hold on, but just lightly. To know that we’re being held, even without arms around us.
The wind whispers, ‘it’s going to be alright’. Life holds me like the stars holds its stars. Strangers bring me their light, smiles like golden hours. They fill me up and carry me.
But when I allow myself to be completely alone, I feel an emptiness. The scars deep inside, I can feel every inch of them. I taste the blood inside my tears. And their is no one to carry me, to hold me. I wonder is it because I don’t need anyone? Or is it because I have been forgotten about?
But maybe it is meant to happen, when I’m grey and old. When I have exhausted every strength, lived every ‘me’ time to its fullness. And the wind will whisper to me, ‘he has arrived.’
Stars shaped like diamonds. Scents of yesterday, lingering. I hold the magic close to me.
I used to feel afraid. Life was passing me by, and still I held on. Afraid that if I gave away all of me, their would be nothing left. That I would be too much, or not enough.
Then I remembered who I was, who I really was. And not just the me I could actually see, but the unseen part of me. My essence, my life force.
The calling came before I was born. The real part of me has always been here. Parts of me inside the ocean and inside every sky.
Life held on, and I never let go.
This courage, I’m still trying to find. I peel back the layers that life has built around me. I won’t be fooled by my perceptions, because that’s all they are. Sometimes what is real is buried deep down underneath. So don’t get caught up in the confusion. The illusion that what you see is always real.
I feel this coldness creeping inside my skin. But I will not wait until I feel brave to let go. Because courage comes when we face our fears. And so I dance anyway.
I close my eyes, inhale in life and exhale wonder.