Yesterday, I wrote some lines in my travel journal, thinking they would make a good poem. This morning after waking up, I went with the flow and wrote a couple of lines in a couple of minutes. I want to share them here without much editing or corrections:
Lying on a way too soft mattress,
diving into the depth of the openness,
of my heart, of my chest,
fully energized and still at rest.
My sister comes, lays next to me,
I turn towards her, with my body I see,
embrace, dance, feel the love and the lust,
without holding back, without getting lost.
From far away, I hear my minds protests,
talking about worries and contests,
it’s voice seems to be ubiquitous,
but today it remains shallow and feels ridiculous.
Staying connected with my felt senses,
I find I got rid of all my fences,
respecting my and your sacredness,
we can dance together, endlessness.
— Written in Krakow.
— Header image: The amazing Sara Reed at InanItah, Nicaragua
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