I am a fool, I want to be a fool.
Trusting intuition and the subconscious is starting to make more sense, then pleading with a rational mind.
Whatever you’re letting go of;
Do it at your own pace.
I will not stray away, as water will always remain within a puddle. Waiting for the next dropp of morning dew.
My arms are open, when you are ready.
Visions of a past life rip through my eye, a brief understanding is all I received and all that is needed.
This is not for me but for your spiritual benefit. Mine is over several lifetimes of a broad spiritual path.
Together we grow.
We must not hold on to our feelings anymore.
I must not remain sealed up for protection from painful confessions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem