......Finding the words
to describe the feelings.....
Just by moving through the ocean
Inside, I am swimming,
swimming to get away,
swimming to come home
to what I knew.
I know I can never be the same again
Knowing what I know now.
I feel the hollow dust of
of confusion
swirling inside me
I feel my impossibility---
like I am trying
to catch
each dust particle:
every old idea I have ever had,
before it lands and
makes me sneeze --only to blow
all the dust particles back into chaos,
so I hold my breath....
.....pause....
....breathe in.....
...exhale ....s l o w l y .......
.....embody this moment....
and become, one who CAN.
...leave this terrestrial moment....
...and go into the water....
And when I imagine
I am the whale,
I am the vastness within and around
I can just breathe and swim
I catch
all the plankton spinning in chaos
after they have been
cast into the ocean currents
and the plankton come to me,
the plankton feed me
one by one--
I can fill my belly
with all these
d o t s o f
f o o d
Gathering, harvesting,
plankton combing through my baleen,
I am fed, I am nourished,
just by moving through the ocean.
I am free.
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 5:42 PM UTC
......Finding the words
to describe the feelings.....
Just by moving through the ocean
Inside, I am swimming,
swimming to get away,
swimming to come home
to what I knew.
I know I can never be the same again
Knowing what I know now.
I feel the hollow dust of
of confusion
swirling inside me
I feel my impossibility---
like I am trying
to catch
each dust particle:
every old idea I have ever had,
before it lands and
makes me sneeze --only to blow
all the dust particles back into chaos,
so I hold my breath....
.....pause....
....breathe in.....
...exhale ....s l o w l y .......
.....embody this moment....
and become, one who CAN.
...leave this terrestrial moment....
...and go into the water....
And when I imagine
I am the whale,
I am the vastness within and around
I can just breathe and swim
I catch
all the plankton spinning in chaos
after they have been
cast into the ocean currents
and the plankton come to me,
the plankton feed me
one by one--
I can fill my belly
with all these
d o t s o f
f o o d
Gathering, harvesting,
plankton combing through my baleen,
I am fed, I am nourished,
just by moving through the ocean.
I am free.
Sometimes its hard....to find the right words to describe the feelings inside.
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