Let Me Learn Poem by Elena Sandu

I thought of the shape as walking down stairs, because sometimes feel the need to step down in order to find that bit of space that a soul needs to sit and rest.. My mind is tight, cramped with lots of garbage but when I walk down into my soul gradually the space become wider and it feels like finding some sort of a paradox, containing mostly everything yet plenty, lots of free space. Same as the Japanese crowded streets that sometimes I walk, no matter how many people, there is always space to move in whatever direction I would want to follow or turn. I suppose the way of moving consciously careful for others rather than self creates that magic, air of feel nice and safe..