I love the idea of a new window opening
into the garden of my chest.
I love the idea of forgotten seeds bursting through ribcages.
I love the idea of truths blooming
even when I'm afraid to water them.
It invites me to trust my truth and
the process of growth that happens
without my management.
It encourages me to pay attention
to the subtle and not so subtle threads
moving in and around me; weaving
sounds, images and feelings
into stories only I can tell
in whatever medium I choose.
Namaste'
No comments:
Post a Comment