Ill go on living in this life
Although you tell me its a story
created in my mind
I love myself as it creates this mystery
of sharing with another
Who are you,
saying these things to me
The conclusion would be obvious
if you were true
But who are you, not me I have to define,
yet I love you like a part of mine
We share moment after moment
in experience ever new,
because with me there can be you,
But what else is there to discover?
Can I let go or won't I, should I?
Those are maybe the wrong questions?
Do I want to? Do I have the braveness to?
Can I melt into the world soul that manifests
all realities or am I bond to the body.
I enjoy the walking on the beach and
hiking in the stormy gust,
I am here inhaling, exhaling trust.
I love the process of learning and discovering,
I love the expression of gratetude in what I do.
If this gratetude would be towards myself
it would be misguided.
The great mystery is bigger
than my small mind.
I refuse to know how
everything is constructed
to experience a ever changing life experience.
May joy fill my heart because of you,
the unknown part of me.
May my mind
Come to peace.
Thank you for reading my poem and checking out my drawing. Best wishes from Diabat, Morocco.