I see the world beyond the world.
I can see, without having to look.
I can feel, without having to analyse.
I can know, without having to think.
Knowledge turns to wisdom,
there is nothing left to prove.
Nothing to win,
nothing to lose.
In the deepest silence,
there is ought to be a cry.
The birth of someone old,
coming back to be renewed.
In this chaotic ocean of lost, missing, and hidden parts, lies the wholeness I so wish to integrate. In the acceptance that to feel complete, no severed parts must be left behind without a touch of attention. Maybe not everything has a reason, but everything has a deep meaning for me. All is the map of my soul that leads me Home.