I shed parts of my skin,
as I laid in the water.
It was holding me, as I felt gratitude for the comfort that life gives me.
I’m in awe of the moments, when it all makes sense.
Everything is illuminating, glowing from the brims.
The sky feels settled, like it’s ready, waiting for you.
I continue to find parts of myself, in simple moments, in my dreams.
Life keeps on unleashing its truths, turned into storms. I take time, to find my feet. And no love is lost. Even in the shadows, I always find the light. It reaches me, underneath the pain.
In life you need to process the moments. And yes even those moments that take you to places you don’t want to go.
Their’s no use fighting it, life will find you. Inside your joy, your light, your pain. You must let go.
Life has got you…
Life caresses me, as it reaches me through my window and touches my skin.
The air and I are a same. Everything else is just a distraction.
My emotions that I had pushed aside, put to sleep, now awake. I allowed myself to feel everything, letting down all my walls.
And in these moments,
life finds me…
I think life asks a lot from us. More from some than others. I think we’re strong enough, brave enough, even if we don’t know it yet.
I think that when we become used to letting go, all that remains will just flow. But their will all always be hardship, and that’s ok. It’s the obstacles, the uneasiness, the pain that will make us grow.
We don’t need a way out, but a space within. To plant our feet, to place our wings. To hold on, but just lightly. To know that we’re being held, even without arms around us.
Stars shaped like diamonds. Scents of yesterday, lingering. I hold the magic close to me.
I used to feel afraid. Life was passing me by, and still I held on. Afraid that if I gave away all of me, their would be nothing left. That I would be too much, or not enough.
Then I remembered who I was, who I really was. And not just the me I could actually see, but the unseen part of me. My essence, my life force.
The calling came before I was born. The real part of me has always been here. Parts of me inside the ocean and inside every sky.
Life held on, and I never let go.
I feel this coldness creeping inside my skin. But I will not wait until I feel brave to let go. Because courage comes when we face our fears. And so I dance anyway.
I close my eyes, inhale in life and exhale wonder.
Your body a sanctuary, your skin holding me. But they were just moments of gold, trying to hold on. It wasn’t enough.
You wanted my skin,
not what was underneath. But I believed you, when I felt us.
I was just a prized possession, but not one you wanted to keep. When you were with me, I was still out of reach, because you were out of reach. You felt what it was like to lose me. So you let go.
And I’m grateful.
You let me be your sky and then you left. And that’s ok.
Their is always beauty in what is left behind.
After you have let go, that little bit more, you become part of that magic that is already here.