Sometimes i feel lost..

And the other times I find myself.

I notice the ebb and flow of life and death,

Of consciousness and exile,

With each breath I draw closer to truth, no matter how far I lose the thing I thought was holding me up.

And with each loosing, tao is more evident to me. With each ”aha”-moment, I understand less and become wiser.

Less truly is more, but is there a point where it stops? Sometimes I feel the undressing never stops and after my bare skin the skin is rolled off.

In this moment I’m following the moon. The undercurrent, behind it all. Glooming in the darkness, glowing the light of day from beyond.

This ending feels painful, like I’m not ready to leave this form behind. But I am, I truly am. This feels like taking off a wet, too small swimmingsuit, tired after a long dive. Cannot wait to get it off me and step into a hot shower, but somehow it takes very long to finally step out. Tune in.

May this moon guide me into the current that carries me effortlessly. May this pain remind me of what is true. And may my life be a prayer, in each breath, each crumble and each lost&found moment I create.