The panicking need to understand

Recurring in my reality

Always with a taste of bitter confusion


Resisting the unknown

The magic that surrounds me 

Unable to trust and let go of control


Powerless to circumstance

No strength left to commit

Anxiously my body becomes small


“Am I in an illusion?”


A triggering spark of insight

Incomprehensible at first

I slowly take off the blindfold


What was once known & unknown

Disguised as contrast and conflict

Birth the third


A serenity enters my body

Surrendering to what is

There is nothing left but to believe.


There is nothing left but to have faith.