Letting go

How do I know when it's time?

Various construction sites, only one employee, me

A zip document is an impossibility

Everything so close yet so far away

Fantasies overpower my desires for physical reality

Out of hands but fully present in my mind

Nothing holds onto me, and yet it's the whole world, me

Surprise shocks my heart

Grief rolls over my face

Anger clenches from my fists

A standstill of time manifests my impotence

Everything outside makes me doubt within

Everything within makes me act outside

When something is set in motion, suddenly everything flows

In one or all directions simultaneously

Nothing ever stays still

Even less so when I want it so much

Thoughts swirl around unanswered questions

Too little time to stop time

Stop

Burning skin, lost hair, wobbling teeth

It's time to say goodbye

Everything that must be will be

Everything that is unnecessary will flow on

For moments, fantasies merge into unexpected facts

It's time to let go

Finding strength in Presence

Physically arrived, mentally far away

Travelling through spaces hundreds of times

Experiencing created fears and joys

Counting to ten, clay in hand, eyes closed

Presence

Bringing the inner outwards

Translating the invisible for the eyes

Art as a mediator between two worlds

Clarity

Connecting with my essence

Prioritizing intuition over reactivity

Courage for patience, or vice versa?

Freedom of thought in a safe space

Letting go

Focus on me

Musical feedback without words

Directly touching the core

Sensations are carried outwards through tears

Concentration

Overwhelming powers arising

Heat spreads through my entire being

Feelings and thoughts flow in the same direction

Movement is the means of my choice

Strength

I am what I allow myself to

New-air

A cool breeze touches my skin.

Raising the hairs on my arms.

My lips are kissed by dry autumn air.

The view; colorful against a gray background.

Time passes.

Nine days hence, a full moon, a lunar eclipse.

Overthoughts have arrived a hundred times.

And not once have they stayed.

Anxiety has been present a hundred times.

And not once has it stayed.

I flow.

Backward, forward, but never stagnant.

Projects, processes, routines start, entering different paths.

Fears arising for moments, never correlating with the concrete.

My heart drums.

Sometimes noticeable, where in other times not.

Pumping without ever stopping.

I am alive.

There is no force to stop me.

Visions of other eyes, biasing my present.

Trust taking the lead, while unifying hands into companionship.

In fear, in anger, in ignorance, in the unknown.

United, never alone.

I run, observe, admire.

Everything seems intensified or am I more sensitive?

My gaze targets you, as I realize the corners of my lips.

A smile radiates through my entire existence.

The glow persists, a moment for eternity.