June 12 2019

Transit

Transition

Transitory spaces

Initiatory igniting illuminations

Usurping all the external scene

To switch the migration pattern

The ground that it lands upon

Each moment

A que

For another terrain

Another transiting human specimen

The whole world meeting for an instant,

For an hour, for a lifetime

In these moments

Where we clarify our own retraction

Into the selves we carry through to the next axis

These traveling

Trapseing points

Who tickle the edges

Of borders to bridge

And countries to cross

Of tongues to bear language

Of ties and beautiful relations to people and place

Of landscapes and perfectly architected ways

Of zones already mapped and entertained

And the new paths that await.

These empty spaces, longing to be filled

With whats to come,

But first

May they empty themselves of what’s become

Of the past

The journey just being transposed

Into the new key to embrace the new scenario

In order to do so

i must open all the gateways

To the clearing that must take place

From one to another,

With one another

But not attached to anything other

Than the air I am breathing,

The water nourishing each passing moment

The tides, thrusting in and out of the air

creating each new moment

The ignition who shares the frequency

of what’s being reflected in the dream I see

Feel

Experience

Express

Individualize

Uncomplexitize

Redefine

And surrender my

Very last stories

Tagging along

From a land it doesn’t belong,

And I ask with a kind plea,

Please don’t follow me.

Allow me to stand in my own evolution,

taking as many colors

As necessary to fill in

All that the space I’m meeting requires,

May I honor all boundaries and borders with

All the grace and honor

That I could muster,

May this dance between lands

Be one of merging and osmosis

Rather than stepping on other’s toes

And taking what does’t belong to me

What never had and never will be

Only that which I’ve been welcomed into

Is the place that I desire to emerge into.

the expansion at bay,

Resting as it feels its way

Into this neutral territory,

Neither war nor glory.

As I tip toe into Switzerland

Holding the piece of pride—

Wide eyed

I am open to this threshold

This open doorway

This invitation to the middle way

A stillness

A silence

A simplicity I’ve never known

Is calling for my time, attention, and consideration of the unknown

Of going exactly the pace that’s required

To finally land

Within my own desires.