Movement, leaves, wind, sand, dancing,
The cold air from the north lay down on my skin
I believe I am alive, is this a beginning?
Or is it the end of what I decide to live?
Life, what defines it?
Heart beating? Breathing? Shaking?
I look back from where I came from
The sun settles in a warm, red orange line over the horizon
The sadness let go what any longer belong to me
I’ve decided to grieve and come here.
let the life go into a wheel
Death, what defines it?
Stillness? Silence? Coldness?
Preparing myself to learn how to fly by learning how to die
The night falls, the birds go silent, cuddling together.
I find my inner dark space, I am collecting my parts.
Let go what not belong, this is a restart
Rebirth, what defines it?
Lifeforce? Curiosity? Growths?
Listening to the wind, to the signs of life.
I cut everything that imprisons me with this knife.
Lifting my eyes to the next portal of my path
I question it’s possible to let go
Conflicts arising, it’s seems that I have a last breath
I live, I die, I am reborn, what defines me?
Mind? Body? Spirit? Identity?
What I create, what I leave behind?
The change walks like a salesman from door to door.
Offering herself as a gateway to something else.
Will you buy her offerings?
Will you step
Into the unknown, into the big whole?
What holds you back from doing that?
Source, essence, nothing,
finding the definitions
vanish the vast array of possibilities
kill the possible fractal futures.
Existence, indefinable, existence.
Poem Circle November 2022, Wheel of Life, Bridgehouse Bavorov
Gabriela Fagundes, Isabel Schrepel, Nicole Hartley-Bradford, Christine Dürschner, Leonhard Geupel, Martin Salanda