Swirling rooms and gaping holes.
I know not where I am going from here
A glow on a nice day
To distraught at night and careful consideration in the morning, next.
Next I wander looking for an arrow
Looking for a direction
Hoping for a sign.
I do not know what's up and what is down
The things from behind come into focus in front of me
I am pushed into a line and forced to sit still
But I can't and I won't and
I have too much energy to find out
What my purpose is and the needle is in my hands,
It's shaking but it's there
This is Control. Grounded and rooted within
The needs and desire for
And grow and do as I like without
Problems and life and things
Getting in the way.
Strands strung to create
More satisfying piece even knowing
That once they are turned into a cloth the
Control and power has left the knotted hands
And is out of luck- Full of lack.
Where are my roots? Who do I come from? Where is it that shows me the way?
As leaves change and
Time and space pervades and erupts in a reality
That looks like nothing we recognize,
There is a silver lining that divides between the happy mistakes
And bitter successes that these connections have begun to weave and intertwine.
I try to let go
To release the things breaking me and bringing me to my
I know this piece that I made is only partly out of my control
The outer conditions that I cannot fight.
Something about the loss of this control Is so interesting and intriguing and heart stopping.
This thing that I am in and in
Goes deeper that I could have ever imagined
And the beauty is that
I really do not know where I am going.