The Sea of Awareness
I shouldn’t stay here for here I can’t breathe.
All the noise in my mind I choose not to believe.
But I trust the silence and silence finds me
And takes me to places where I’m truly free.
In stillness I’m diving and diving with grace.
What’s left on the sand is my fear and briefcase.
I know I’ll come back but I need to reflect.
It’s high time I fixed my old ship that is wrecked.
It’s been hit so hard by sadness and waves,
By troubles so bitter I couldn’t embrace
Their roots and their nature and their constant growth.
With them all inside it was me whom I loathed. .
So now I am facing the wounds - not too late.
The cracks in my ship are the products of hate.
This ignorance - born, raised and nurtured in fear,
Should leave and dissolve, now that it’s crystal clear.
в море осознанности
© Copyright: Анастасия Черр, 2020
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