Longing for meeting this space anew

Whatever this space may be

Staying in the uncomfortable curiosity of not knowing

Waiting, anticipating

My mind naturally creates pictures of what’s to come

But my being knows that’s not where I’ll find answers

Coming deeper down to the back of my body

I relax, let go of control, let my shoulders and jaw drop

Drip, drop

Like sweetwater running down my body

The smell of the fresh spring

Enveloping my body

A cold comforting embrace

Where anything can appear

A continuous movement of contraction ←→ expansion

In, out; tension, compression

In the silence, slowing down, tuning in, the mind can get so loud

Sometimes frighingly so

But in the presence of connection

Whether a place, a person, the body, the breath, a creation; a common cause

The object of fear can turn into an exploration

And perhaps that’s why I am here

WILDFLOWER