Room, not roam.

 

“Things falling apart is a kind of testing and also a kind of healing. We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.”

(Pema Chödrön – When Things Fall Apart)

It could be room for letting go, just to make room for more before letting go again.
We might end up with nothing, and everything.
Not even an end.

Way nicer than being stuck in the middle of a fall with ‘you’.

In some realm, you never suffer because you dream of us
I some realm, I never suffer because I dream of us
In this dream, there is no us.

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In this painted story, very strong attachment has become, on canvas, with time, something like a conscious utopia. A ‘keep on walking’ dream, layers of the story unfolding, brush strokes and dreams working together to detach the chains of attachment involved in this precise stream, story, experienced among an ocean of stories, streams.

All in all, some impressions and emotions can be fuel to keep on walking if they don’t ‘kill’ you, or what is supposed to be ‘you’.

Give it a shot

Pour teardrops
Give it a shot
Poor teaspoon in my tea
No honey for today’s wound

Pour tea instead
If you can’t cry anymore
Give it a shot

  • As long as it’s not in my head

the shots the cries the wounds

Give it a shot
Pour teardrops to flood the pain
In silent whispers
Or loud wails
A few minutes or hours

  • As long as it doesn’t stay stuck in you

/ quietly killing /

The more you have, the more you can give.
Be it pain or joy
A little less can be a lot more for us,
Pain or joy.

Pour teardrops
Give it a shot.