Part of me is coming undone
part of me wants to be undone
maybe I long to be undone
maybe undoing is simply happening
accompanied with an unknowing
of who or what will be there afterwards.
Shall I say adrift
after so many glimpses of manifesting this or that
practices, paths, ways – to create a better life
a better you
a more conscious life, awake your life.
Homeless with still some remnant,
some longing to finally belong
never having found my tribe
not even knowing it exists
or ever has existed.
So many ways and paths
having tasted of many, their flavors
still with me, to know
slow down, you move too fast
I could have just listened to that song
years ago.
Ways of being not yet explored
await
slow down
it is that season
and didn’t it catch you a little by surprise this time?
The more I get confronted with
manifesting your soul’s desire
or huge impact,
listened to 10000 times, oh wow
the more I wonder
the more this whisper is getting louder
it isn’t about that
or the 6 figures, though these days, one almost needs that
to live in a place that has any peace feeling left.
Getting undone
on the path of becoming
to get undone in the final embrace
there is that word again
Final Embrace
The path you are on is the right one, for you.
