I worried for so long. I ran from for so long.
I worried for the future. For a life of lost possibilities.
I run on the opportunities. On the specific moments to chase.
I cry from the worries. I jump from myself.
the cuco, the envy, the shyness,
the opinions, the answers, the curiosity…
Was I on the right path? Is there a path?
Will I ever be able to fly? To just be me?
Do I fly as nature or nature fly from me?
What is stopping me? Is it the other, or it is me?
Revolution is circular. A movement to start over.
Of celestial bodies in orbit. Orbiting within them.
Loops of consciousness. A strange way of looking at it.
The ‘I’ that contains multitudes <> The multitudes that contains the ‘I’.
A new way. A new questioning on holding two truths at once.
but is not curiosity the one that kills us?
but the presence brought us back.
Finally I gave up. I surrender to the moment.
not to the one-or-the-other, but to the either.
and went out into the day,
and move,
and smile,
and write,
and be.
just be.