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I discovered something beautiful.
Impossible for eyes to see,
for the mind to make sense.
Only for hearts to feel.

It makes no distinctions,
draws no hidden lines.
It makes no judgements,
embraces you with open arms.

I thought I had to escape,
see what yet hadnt been seen.
It made my heart melt,
when I found it is here with me.

Not below or above,
even not beside.
Inside the centre of my soul,
an eternal love that is slowly making me whole.

The play

Breathing it in,
then letting it go.
Why control the natural flow?

Watching life,

played out on the stage.
Desperatly grabbing hold,
of every given role.

New places,
becomes familiar.
Familiar faces,
defining who I am.

Being a spectator,
judging what I see.
Is it really me?

Now

Mountains of ice are melting,

running rivers are crystal clear.

Continuous flow,
moving into the Unknown.

No destination,
no need to belong.

Ongoing journey,
I am its home.

Circle

Walking along the same path

Its the same,

but it keeps changing.

Looking behind me,

I see memories fade.

Yet I feel their presence.

Keep them as close as possible,

as I direct my attention ahead.

Gazing into the Unknown,

attempting to see images of my predictions.

Looking through a window of sorrow,

it colours what I see.

Continuously lurking behind the glass,

visible yet inaccessible.

Walking along the same path

Its the same,

but it keeps changing.

The window is slowly breaking,

cracks letting in a different kind of light.

Its the same,

but it feels different.