Again, and again, and again…
I’ll repeat this
Again and again
Until I become a friend
Until in any moment,
I am able to casually chat
To all parts of myself
No matter where they stand
In front of me, within
It the past, in this moment
In the winds that tomorrow brings
Isn’t it exciting?
To find something new in places and faces
I have seen a thousand times before?
Isn’t it innovating,
To rewrite history, a little bit better
Isn’t it captivating,
To know it doesn’t matter?
Isn’t it liberating
To know reality doesn’t exist
That it comes to life when our point of view becomes fixed?
When we insist on looking at life in a certain way
Life follows suit, and as we see it,
So it stays?
Is it liberating, or is it a trap?
I must confess,
I haven’t figured it out yet
So let me come back again
And again and again
Let me keep recreating
The same experiences
Until I make friends
Spirit of Tara 