These things we do not plan…
so I started closing the gap.
I stopped searching for more inspiration
…and went directly into the mode of creation…
A futile attempt,
left behind, it went.
They have heard,
something earth-shatteringly absurd.
I cannot control, console or make whole,
fractured pieces, shards of your own.
…but I am here none the less,
with a vague idea, born out of the depth.
To go in and then to emerge no less,
to take rest, surrender and open up to a new sense…
…of how it always should be, how it always is.
Simple and easy, not complex…just one wish.
No longer caught in any kind of stasis,
Dynamic and fluid, a momentum that we cannot miss.