Image source: My private collection. Estonia, Lääne-Virumaa, Obja village.
The loneliness I feel
Sometimes does feel real
The mind wants to deal
A different hand, eagerly
Desiring a solution
But nothing can take this away from me
Anything I have ever tasted
Slept with
Done
Accomplished
Or filled myself up with
The only thing that has ever helped
Is the sweet taste of my own awareness
Gentle presence
A simple breath
A tiny sliver of attention
The mind relaxes
The breath slows down
The body awakens
And I can feel happy in my sadness once again
This is what can be done
This is whats available for me
Tightly the knowing
Is embedded into my being
It still might take me time
But I like time
I do like taking my time
Slowly
Even more slowly
Gently
With the fire burning under the stove
So fast I can hear the wood crackle in the flames
Then I know I’m home
Then I finally know I’m back home
In my sweetest of souls
Ian Altosaar
