full of mistakes

Looking for a pouch,
landed on one,
the long queue I surpass,
to enter the realm,

A life I plan,
A gift I receive,
A chance to free,
A choice I construct,

Heard all the prayers,
heard all the wishes,
but heard you pin-sharp,
the uniqueness in your calling,
the grounds for your intentions,

Distinct you stood,
a moment I recognized,
couldn’t wait any longer,
but to give in,
a breath to birth,
a birth to breathe,

No control of time,
no control of the day,
but played and pushed,
from every corner,
from every inch of you,
with a standstill,
with total control,
I emerge,

Dropped into the world,
held by the angels,
flying around, flying amongst,
I stand on the other side,

To hold you,
hold your being,
hold my being,
to hold me,
yet hold none,

Seconds to minutes,
is the moment,

Is this blessed,
is what I ask,
to loosen the grip,
to silence ourselves,
to meet your eyes,
to touch your skin,
to hear your sound,
to smell your breath,
to taste your being,
to hold you tight,

And blessed it is,
to hold,
to bid bye the grip,
yet the line,

Precious as you arise,
pure essence as you flow,
not to lose anything,
but to forget the view,

Ready to be favored,
ready to pick on habits,
ready to build on the senses,
crossing the crossroads,
gradually lose the touch of purity,
to pave the way for the sprouting innocence,

hold me tight,
hold me close,
no plan to leave,
but to enlight,

To you, I Hold,
To me, It is you,
The truth, A contrast

– Nov 30, 2021