A lesson

So we meet in a floor with sand and flowers
And we see each other
Pass the line of energy between our eyes

I begin to explore what occurs inside of me
The tide is high and the wave is dark
Balancing on the string I then choose to cut
Holding tight to the invisible rope above my head

Carrying on with the steps of purpose
I chose to choose my battles well
And if all this falls were pre-steps
I shall wait to find my stable ankle

Red de pasos abstractos

Y entre los hilos de la locura encontre mi camino de accion, un sendero retador.
Con una sonrisa consciente avanzo y con una mano segura abrazo las posibilidades dirigidas a crecer.

Busco el iman interior paralelo al camino que me ata a un magico destino.
En una parada, en una pausa del camino, recibo un volate que revela mi constante pasado, presente y futuro.

Un volante minimalista que siempre indica que todo va bien.