Image source: A painting from My collection.

The mind races
Quick fixes
Are it’s thing
Peacefully befriending him
Takes time

The pace only quickens when You let it
Set it free to roam the wilderness
Outside of You
Lovingly be the guide
Showing the way back within

Knowing is it’s virtue
Letting go will hurt You
Until You are free
Then You can embrace the leaves
As seeds for Your most delicate needs

Suddenly they are enough
And so are You
The cold takes them away
As You lay
There in the sweetness of Your own pain

Pain isn’t pain anymore
It is transformed
Your core self
From the depths of which it came
Will never be the same


Ian Altosaar

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