If you don’t allow yourself to cry, to break open, to fall apart,
Can you recall any of your life’s cathartic moments?
If your life were a play but you kept it so stable, so composed,
What value does it add to humanity?
What do your so typical, so altogether, composed, neat, sequential, properly sequenced life events bring or add to humanity?
What good are your looks if you always look ok?
If you can’t scream when angry, shout when furious or desperate,
cry when breaking, when sad, when happy,
If you can’t feel your feelings and let them be felt by others,
What’s the point of all of this?
Really, tell me.

What is the point?

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What if this hunger is symbolic?
What if this craving is symbolic?
What if there is more space in me that I mistaken wants to be filled with food?
What if by leaving where I am… I created room for something new

Am I too scared to expand?
Am I too scared of this new space so I’m filling it with all kinds of things that leave me even hungrier?

A message to the unconscious,
A message to the deeper inner knowing,
A question to what got buried somewhere,
Can you tell me what are you hungry for?
Why are you sleeping extra?
Why are you eating extra?
Am I misunderstanding your need?

Would you give me a sign?
Would you visit me in a night’s sleep?

Let us work together
Let us create that which is,
third.

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