Some Of The Dust Settles

I need to look upward, when my mind shrinks itself around demand messages, wounds and the tiny dramas that beg to be crowned urgent,
I need to look up because the sky reminds me that there are different levels of existence, where my panic diminishes and now becomes more genuinely aligned,
I need to look upward, feeling both reduced and held as if humility and belongingness can arrive in the same breath of fresh air,
I need to look up, am I struggling because life is demanding too much of me, or because I keep turning every concern into something I must carry,
I need to look upward, so that some of the dust inside me begins to settle…

I recall the concept of horizon when I start treating my current thing as the central point around which everything revolves, and then I forget how larger life is,
I recall the concept of horizon when one rejection tries to convince me the whole story has turned against me almost forever,
I recall the concept of horizon and feel embarrassed by how quickly I worship temporary discomfort as my permanent truth,
I remember the concept of horizon, am I experiencing pain right now, or am I trapped in another cycle of unending mind spiral,
I recall the concept of horizon until perspective loosens the knot around my chest that makes me trapped in freeze mode…

I watch changes like how endings feed beginnings because the world seems to know how to remake itself long before we understand what is becoming,
I watch changes, like how seasons do not apologize for moving and neither does the body and mind that lives inside it,
I watch changes, though part of me still begs for certainty long after life has declined the request, still wishing for explanation before I walk forward again,
I watch changes, am I grieving movement itself or only my lack of control within each and every failure that life throws at me,
I watch changes, and the voice that keeps resisting no longer sounds as convincing as it once did…

I grow quieter, not because answers arrived in an instant but because wondering made my usual noise less convincing,
I grow quieter, letting the immensity around me soften the habit of believing my thoughts are the most important thing happening,
I grow quieter, aware that peace often waits where the need to be right has finally loosened its grip towards what life is,
I grow quieter, can I release this story long enough to breathe outside it and realize that not every thought deserves to become a permanent home,
I grow quieter, and find relief in not being the measure of everything, realizing that reality does not need my approval to continue unfolding…

Watchwords:
Some of the dust settles
Temporary discomfort as truth
Life declined the request
Wonder made noise less convincing
Not the measure of everything