Falling Into Service

Image source: Private collection. Blue Springs of Saula, Estonia.

Sometimes I find myself in between
Shattered old stories
Building new ones

Who’s the I?
I ask
Why is there a need for Myself to be identified?
I can be strong without it
I can be just as strong
I can have character
Skills and knowledge

I like these places of silence

I find myself in stillness
I become the watcher
Who does not watch
That melts into presence
While still staying the I
Stripped of identity
I relax
I stop
Only to start again
From a new place
A clear state
A clean slate
Tasting fate
While feeling safe

Falling into service

Ian Altosaar

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