Sometimes, I sprint on the path like an unnatural wind that throws me off balance. And then I get nowhere. So, I have to sit and breathe, while I still reverberate inside. Yet, as a dear friend* once said, “Even nowhere is also now here.”
I still run on the path like windhorse, even though my body has told me, no more running.
No more running.
My mind still does. So, I turned the air into water and channeled the energy bestowed upon me back into creativity, into spirit.
Be like water.
Not only human, leaping over hurdles along the way.
I come across an obstacle now, and do what I can to dismantle it. Then create art. And in my frustrations, I cry and sit and notice the beauty. I stay gentle to myself, patient with myself. As I hope I do for others. I write and dance and art peace and joy into my being, through all the feelings.
