Sometimes I am afraid of meeting the world

That means I am afraid of meeting myself

Since I only know the world through me

Through my ears, my eyes, my nose, my mouth, my skin, my mind

This little wast place is where I spend my whole life

laughing crying loving fearing

facing spacing in and out

Mind it

they say

the impressions

whispering in my ears

We come and go

Let us flow through you

but don’t be us

Impress us

by minding yourself

Lie down if you need to

but don’t lie to yourself

Stand up and go when you are ready

Keep moving

Mind the move

And don’t watch out

Watch in

Sometimes I am afraid of meeting the world

That means I am afraid of meeting myself

Then I let the senses come to me

one by one

they resonate of change

and ask me to join

July 2014